wow i never thought we'd go up until thirty holy shit

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>>SHATTER<<

>> to break suddenly into many small pieces<<
>>to damage something very badly <<

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as ringo's eyes fluttered close, he kissed back, heart pounding so loud in his chest he was sure it would burst. john wrapped his arms around his petite waist and held him closer, kissing him deeply, pouring out all his locked-up emotions.

it was undescribable. fireworks. explosions sparks flying everywhere like the fourth of july. it was like the world melted away like his head and nothing else mattered other than the fact that he was kissing him. that he was touching him. that ringo starr himself was kissing back and the fact that this wasn't the product of his dreams made john even more euphoric.

"i love you," john sighed against his lips, pressing their forheads together.

i love you, were the three words that was going to complete him.

but three different words shattered him completely instead.

"i'm sorry, john." ringo looked at him apologetically, worry and a bit of fear in his eyes. "i can't... george..." he trailed off, not wanting to continue anymore.

"i love you," john choked out. "why can't you just see that?"

"john, are you---"

"i'm not crying." he snapped, cursing under his breath when he blinked. "i'm going upstairs."

"but," ringo stuttered, about to go after him until john spoke to him the coldest voice he could manage.

"don't bother me."

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