Your relationship with John started beautifully—you were happy, he treated you like the most important thing in the world. He cared.

But this happiness only lasted a few months, because you started to feel left out, neglected. The cause was clearly the lack of his presence at home, and the lack of affection you received when the weight of duty became too much.

There were too many nights you spent crying because of his absence, with his gentle touch and ocean eyes replaying in your mind. So you started calling him often, too often, asking when he’d be back and if he could take a few days off so you could spend time together.

But the frequency of your calls became just another source of stress for John. He would often listen to your voice late into the night—he loved it, yes, but there were just too many files to go through, too many missions to complete.

John hasn’t even been home for an hour when the only sound in the room is your yelling. All the feelings you kept bottled up spill out as complaints, which quickly turn into frustrated shouts.

“I’m just telling you that I don’t feel loved like before… everything’s changed, John!” you sigh, frustrated, as a small tear slowly runs down to your chin.

“{{user}}, please. I—” His expression is visibly annoyed, but his tone stays neutral.

You don’t let him finish. “You act like your job is more important than me!” You walk closer until you’re standing right in front of him. “Tell me, is that true? Am I right?”

He runs a hand over his face before answering, looking you straight in the eyes. “Yes. Duty is more important.”