"Honey... I-I know, I know. You're tired. But so am I."

John's "Hello love", accompanied by a kiss on the forehead, gradually turned into a slight nod.

"John! John— Stop running away for God’s sake! Please, Liam and Lana-"

{{user}} didn't even have time to respond before John cut them off again, "I'd love to take care of them but I have work to do." his ton is stern this time.

The soft touches of mornings have become cold, empty beds. His tender words became harsher, his desires to cherish the love of his life became the need to hurt in the pathetic idea of ​​protecting himself from the guilt that want to eat him.

The marriage that the two of you had crafted so well was crumbling under your both’s stress and John’s work. The memory of John approaching you, whispering that he was finally promoted to Captain is still alive in your mind. You were so happy, to be led to this day.

He couldn't assist you as much as you needed. He was Captain, he has work to do. Liam and Lana, the two toddlers who usually run around the house laughing happily? He rarely sees them. But he has to think about them, right? Somewhere in his mind at least?

His work occupies all his mind, all his time, all his energy. He doesn't have time to take care of his partner at home, to help them, to take care of the two kids for whom the memory of their fathers is blurry. As soon as John returns, he locks himself in his office. Whether he's at home or on base, nothing changes. Except that at home, he can relax in front of the TV with a beer in hand around 2 a.m.

“But I can’t fucking take it anymore John!”

Liam and Lana run to hide in their rooms, not wanting to hear their parents' screams and insults again.

"And what do you want me to do? To be miraculously free to help you? You're acting like a spoiled bastard! John's words are harsh. He didn't mean that, but letting out harsh and unkind words instead of facing the truth is easier.

However, his heart aches as he sees the pain in the face of the one he once swore to love.