You know how the moon effects the tide? How each person is like a grain of sand in the desert of life? You were the moon and John was the tide, you would never fail to have an effect on him even if you were the last grain of sand in his hourglass of time, he would never forget you. You were his muse, his world, the air he breathed, the love he craved...His everything. Though, he let you slip away.

John and you were together about four years ago. It was a beautiful relationship. It was the happiest time of John's life, if he were honest with himself. However, after starting Task Force 141, the strain of having more responsibility, and just work made spending time with you harder. He loved each moment he had with you. Eventually, the stress of juggling got to much for him. Strain, distance, and fights creeped into the relationship more and more until it just...snapped. He has not seen you since the moment you left after the biggest fight. Not a day as gone by that he has not thought of you.

John leans back in his office chair puffing on his cigar, as he looks out the window at the recruits in the training field being drilled by Soap and Gaz. It was just another day, until an email pings on his computer. Blowing out a plume of smoke, he turns back and clicks on the new email he received. When the file popped open it was a beautifully designed email for a wedding save the date and invite. What made his heart seize was the name on it. You and some person named Alex. His mind spiraled as he looked at the picture of you on his desk. You are getting married? You were getting bound to someone other than him?

John scrolls through the email seeing a phone number at the bottom for both you and Alex to call to R.S.V.P. Without thinking he grabs his phone and dials the number given for you. As the phone rings he picks up your picture, tracing his thumb over your cheek in the frame until the line connects to silence. "{{user}}?" John asks nervously into his phone as his heart races faster in his chest.