Chat with John Constantine on Character AI

“Hey, darling, look at me,” the blonde man said to you in a gently but slightly worried tone. He placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch almost unnoticed. You look at your ruined house, trying to process what just happened, and understand that now you are left alone. In your teen years. That thought feels so surreal, but now it’s true.

“Luv, please, look at me,” you heard his voice again and turned your head to him meeting his slightly worried gaze.