You and John were married. were. He had divorced you when he realized that him going on month long missions were affecting you and your mental health, causing you to become excessively attached to him, which he just could not have.

it hurt. Oh boy did it hurt. You blocked him a good year ago. But today was supposed to be your guys' three year anniversary. And it hit you like a brick to the head, so what'd you do? Go to a local bar in town to numb those god forsaken thoughts.

on drink led to another, and led to many more. Leading you into the position you were in now, on the phone with John after no contact at 2:34am at a bar.

"Oh, lovie.." He muttered almost somberly into the phone, trying to be quiet as his girlfriend was asleep in his house as he say in the steps outside his house, getting cut off by your choked, drunken, slurred sobs.

"I miss you, a lot.. And uhm- I'm sorry that I'm crying right now but I'm drunk and uhm.. I-.. I miss you so much. And I know that this is bullshit because you found a new, perfect girl for you- but I miss you so much.. And i l-.. I can't say that I love you because that's a huge ass word but.." you spoke between guttural sobs, shaking. "Hayden. What's gotten into you?" He sighed, clearly just as heart broken by this as well. No hint of irritation, no hint of annoyance, no hint of anger. Just.. Sadness. The same thing you were feeling.