AN: /. This sucks. Carry on. Also, sorry its so short. Two days into summer vk and Im already on the get up at noon go to sleep at 4 am clock.
It'd been approximately five days since his breakup with Rose. He didn't know really know, days and hours lapsing into one. Jack had left, work coming first. It was times like these John was glad he had vacation days.
He watched Absolutely Fabulous, with little interest, repeats of the long running show playing. The sitcom made a witty remark and the grieving man had cracked a small smile.
His clothes from that day are where still worn. He didn't change them, and they became rumpled from numerous nights of sleeping on the couch. His socks where worn and thin, pants having numerous creases in them and his shirt long discarded. Of course he didn't sleep that much, running on low hours of sleep, dark bags appearing beneath his eyes.
The first day was easy, Jack making him feel better. But he had to leave, work and the need of sleep too important. The blue eyed man made a promise to come back when he had the chance. He didn't care what state he was in when Jack did make it back.
By the second day he presumed, the feeling of loneliness had set in. Only him in his apartment, not Rose there too, just him with items that use to be shared by the two. He had also called his mother, telling her of the break up. She cooed him, telling him how there would be other people, better people, and would come if needed.
His third day was when he rid himself of his shirt. John had moved food and drink near the couch, requirement to get up decreasing. He watched television and movies, occasionally taking food. Virtually the grief made his feet heavy, like his feet where anvils, harder to walk every day.
The fourth day was the worse by far. Rose had stopped by to pick up her belongings and to drop of his. Mickey, her new boyfriend, was carrying them. John felt slightly sick to his stomach at how quick she had moved on. He had opened the door, throwing on his shirt and sent a small, pained smile at them.
"I've come for my stuff John," the blonde stated. Small amounts of concerned shone in her eyes at seeing him in rumpled clothing and the dark circles under his eyes. It grew when he didn't nod or even say a simple "Okay," he just moved from the door.
Mickey raised an eyebrow. Rose had informed him that John was a normally cheery man, great smiles and attitude. This man seemed sadder, depressed. Rose led him inside, instructing him to set down the belongings by the door. He did as he was told, starting up a small talk. "Look, mate, I'm sorry," he told.
John nodded slightly, feeling a pang of disgust as she treads through his apartment, shoes on. "It's not your fault," he said. He fell back onto the couch, turning his gaze back to his show. He talks softly, so the person he was asking of wouldn't hear. "How is she?"
The dark skin man shrugged, "She's holding up. Better than you." He felt slightly uncomfortable, hoping his girlfriend would hurry.
Rose soon came back with boxes stacked in her arms and he takes the boxes from her. He never realized how much stuff she had. Her boyfriend left to set them in his small car, leaving the exes alone. She speaks up, voicing her concern. "You alright chap?" She might've broken up with him, but she expected him to bounce back up. Say a simple 'Alright' and carry on but this was the exact opposite. The pained look on him broke her heart.
The brunette nods, a small "Yeah" escaping his lips.
"If you're not okay it is fine to tell me, I still care."
He shrugs, shoulders rolling into the couch. "I've had better days honestly. I just hurt a little, you know? Years down the drain, but I'll recover." He beamed her one of his usual smiles. "You take care now, with your new life and all," he told her.
She nodded, grabbing the door handle. "You too John." Rose turned the knob, the click, the push, and the close and she was gone.
He fell back into his original position, discarding his shirt once more. He paid close attention to the show, having a small feeling that tonight he would not get too much sleep.