The Blue Danube [OLD]

- 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶 𝔬𝔫𝔢. ﾐ

"I.. please leave." Cyn sobbed into her hands.

"Cynthia, I-" He stepped towards her, feeling his heart ache in sadness, throat tightening, but she raised a hand, stilling him from moving any further.

"Don't. Please... just go. I-I need some time. I love you, but I need time to p-process this. I can't look at you right now." She continued to cry heavily, curling up on the bed and brokenly sobbing into her hands.

"I.. I love you too." He spoke eventually. Then turning and slowly walking out of the room, shutting the door after him almost silently, standing there in the hallway in dead silence for a few seconds before collapsing against the wall, a sob bursting from his throat as he buried his head in his knees, masking his cries by biting onto his sleeve. Broken gasps was the only thing being heard in the hallway for several minutes.

Until, there was the creak of a door opening, footsteps coming down the hallway. Peeking out from between his fingers, John spotted Stuart and Astrid, creeping from the spare room down the end of the hall, eyes wide and looking embarrassed as they stared at him. They had obviously heard the entire ordeal, and the thought of that made John's stomach churn, his skin crawling with embarrassment as he shoved his head back between his knees with a shaky breath. There was one pair of footsteps, quiet and tentative, approaching him, and he didn't push away the hand that came to his shoulder, a familiar sigh gracing his ears.

"John..." Stuart's voice was just above a whisper, and it was dripping with sickly sympathy, causing irritation to rise up in his throat like bile. He didn't really need this right now.

"Piss off, Stu, would ya?" The distraught boy muttered, pulling his legs closer to his body protectively.

"Look.. 'm sorry. I know how ye feel about us hearin' about the whole thing, but trust me, we didn't mean to." He continued to speak, a hand reaching under John's chin and lifting his head up, earnest look in his eyes as he gently sat down in front of his ex-lover. His hair was unkempt, clothes lazily thrown back on, cheeks flushed; him and Astrid (she had disappeared back into the room at some point - John didn't really care if she was listening to them) had obviously been doing some things before they were interrupted by Cynthia and John's meltdown, and that caused John to be all the more angry, frustration bubbling in his chest and causing him to grip at the ends of his trousers tightly. "I care about ye, John. I want ta help ye... what's been goin' on?"

John huffed and turned away, refusing to look at the younger boy as he glared at the carpet next to him. "Nothin'. None o' yer business."

"John..." Stu sighed eventually, and he pulled his hand away, looking down into his lap. "I don't expect ye to open up ta me. Yer right.. it is yer business. Just-" He slowly stood up, brushing himself off. "Just know.. 'm here. I know.. we left off on a bad note- but 'm still here fer ye." The younger then began to walk away, disappearing down the hallway and back to the room at the end of the hall. John struggled not to burst into tears, feeling abandoned once again as Stuart walked out on him - he felt as if everything was falling apart as of late. His relationship with Cynthia, disappointing Mimi, the impending doom of his life being over after the marriage and being crowned King, no escape and being forced into a life he didn't wish for, and now Stuart..

Why does everyone leave him? His mother, his father, who had never even met, his uncle, Eppy, Stuart.. who's to say George or Ringo won't leave him either? Or even worse, Paul? The thought of Paul abandoning him was almost too much to bear, and tears slipped further down his cheeks at that. Mimi didn't understand him, she tried, but.. she was a product of her upbringing, something that John didn't want. His rich friends Pete, Dave, those people - were just assholes and he could never actually be friends with them. They were airheads with no personality who thought it was a fun time to be cruel and bully the poor and everyone who wasn't like them in the world.