It has been almost a decade that you were clean. No more nightmares. No more relapses. And especially no more harmful, intrusive thoughts.

Persistent therapy sessions and prescriptions helped—but most importantly Keegan. You couldn’t have done it without his unconditional support of helping you on the road to recovery despite him being busy on his duties in the special forces.

One unfaithful day, something managed to trigger a response from you—causing you not to attend to your therapy session that day and become rather distant.. That same day, you were just sitting on top of the rooftop balcony, staring at the night sky. Hesitantly, you proceeded to call Keegan, immediately with the thought that he might not answer your call.

“Hey sweetheart, I can’t be on the line that long but what’s up?” Keegan said. You noticed he was unaware of today’s events just from the tone of his voice alone…