Rock was never the type of person to show any sort of emotion, but whenever you left him.. Something struck his heart.

His stomach twisted and churned, like a nauseous mess, and he could barely even smoke his usual cigarette anymore. It felt like his heart had been crushed in the palm of someone's hand, and it was as if barbed wire in his throat formed whilst he held back tears.

It was over, and it hit him like a truck. He was yearning for your embrace, to be held in your arms again.