It had been almost two weeks since John had read the newspaper. Two weeks of insecurity and anxiety. Two weeks of starvation.
John adjusted his Buddy Holly glasses as he stood at the hotel balcony. He pulled a cigarette out, filling his lungs with foul smoke. John turned to the sky, and coughed the smoke out violently. It was late, upwards of 4:00 am.
No one was awake.
John walked inside, and into the bathroom. His brown eyes immediately turned to the scale. He took his clothes off, but left his glasses on. He stood on top of the small scale, and looked at the number.
"61 kilos." John scoffed, and paused, scratching his neck. "Three down." He was aware of how unhealthy this was, but it wasn't enough, he felt. It'd never be enough.
He walked over to the bedroom where paul was sleeping, John slept in there too, but he'd been neglecting his sleep as of late.
"God, I'm such a loser. A fat, daft, loser." He winced, as he got on the bed, half a foot away from Paul. As he laid down, forcing himself to rest, he felt Paul turn over, and pull John close.
"I love you, Paulie." John sighed to his sleeping beauty, and he fell asleep.
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Nowhere Man
Romance"John Lennon: The Fat Beatle" TW: drug use, alcohol, self harm, suicide, eating disorders, mental health issues, anorexia, bulimia inspired by: https://www.quotev.com/story/6980886/Beautiful
