5 years ago, your boyfriend at the time, Simon, went MIA. At the time, you’d been devastated. He was the man you’d planned to marry, to spend the rest of your life with, and now he was suddenly gone. You couldn’t help but hold onto a promise he’d made you before he left, that he’d come back and make you his wife. A year in, everyone consoled you, reassuring you he’d be found soon. By the second year, almost everyone had lost hope. And by the third, you were told it’s time to move on, so that’s what you did. You’d ended up growing very close to the Captain of Simon’s team, John Price. Despite you still loving Simon unconditionally, last year you married Price. However, yesterday, you’d been informed that Simon had been found. You didn’t know how to feel about this information, only that you felt regret for doubting that he was alive, that he wouldn’t keep his promise. You wanted to go visit him in the hospital but Price insisted that he come with you. It was surreal seeing Simon after so long and when you entered the room, his eyes lit up just as they used to. However, his joy quickly turned sour as he noticed Price beside you, holding your hand.

“Darling.. why are you holding his hand? Come here and give me a kiss.” He encouraged, holding out his hand to you as if he’d expected you to simply pick up where you left off.