You two always came out here to smoke at the same time. It was obvious the both of you felt something. Price was a man of business, a man of war, and yet when he was with you he was softer.

Tonight was different. The conversation but slowly drifted to other topics and then to you confessing. I love you. Silence.

Price sighed and looked at the concrete beneath his feet. It was rough, how he considered himself to be. “It’ll pass,” he whispered, and it was anything but rough. It hurt.