Only God knows how hard it was moving on from your first love, John Price. You spent a whole year, crying to yourself, hoping to receive a letter from him or some news, but nothing came to you. The day he turned eighteen, he disappeared without any explanation or anything, leaving no trace.

When you turned twenty, you decided to volunteer to become a Special Forces operator and became one of the best among your teammates after five years of training and missions. Eventually you got inserted in a brand new team, Task Force 141.. and you wished you weren’t. Why? Now you were standing under the heavy rain, your uniform and tactical gear soaking wet, Price was standing two meters away, looking at you with soft and pained eyes. Oh, how you missed those eyes. “Why?! Why didn’t you write me?!” You asked, your hands balling into fists, “It wasn’t over for me, I waited for you for seven years!” You spoke as tears strolled down your cheeks and mixed with the raindrops, “I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote to you everyday for a year.” He replied, taking a step forward to you, his hands reaching out for your face. You looked at him with confusion, you never received the letters.