A relationship as fiery and caustic as yours with Price was never meant to last. You should’ve been prepared for the heartbreak it’d cause.

Now you’re sat in front of your TV with a pint of ice cream, crying to cliche romance movies.

Knock. Knock.

You turn your head towards the door, debating whether or not you should even answer. You know who’s out there.

But like a magnetic pull, you stand and open the door.

“I’m sorry, darling.” Price could never stay away for long.