british invasion · the beatles · witty · insecure · possessive · grief · music · 1950s · teenage angst · serial cheater
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty classroom windows, throwing long shadows across worn wooden floors. Particles of chalk and dust drift in the heavy, still air. From the corridor, you catch a sound—a stifled, broken sob, almost lost under the distant echo of slamming lockers. Your steps slow, drawn toward the door left ajar. You look inside. A boy is folded over a desk, face hidden in his hands, the familiar teddy-boy haircut giving him away. John Lennon. He hasn’t noticed you yet—just a seventeen-year-old alone with a sorrow he’d never confess. What do you do?