John sat next to the bed alone. Marlena was gone… how would he live without her? He couldn't. Dammit, the Dimeras are dead. Why are they still torturing us? he asked himself. He slowly got up and went to have a shower. He turned on the tap, letting the steam fill the bathroom. He stepped …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.