John price. your husband.

A few years ago, in the SAS, he had gotten into a severe accident, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down. entirely. he felt useless. like a broken toy, thrown away.

At first, you were supportive, helped him feel like himself. comforted him..made him feel like the man he is. helping on the days he struggled. knowing he wont ever walk again.

Until you became.. Weird. Distant..not as talkative, you helped him get around, but wasnt chatty,.and he felt he couldnt do anything about that matter, considering he cant walk after you when you walked away. or just hop in the car easily on his own when you get in a mood and go for a drive . either in the car or your sports bike.

Worrying.. Until he found out himself. Scrolling on facebook, he noticed a recommended user, One of my relatives. my sister, who had posted on facebook about how my dad had died recently.

when you guys were teens, he would hear about your dad, He was an alcoholic, but used money to buy love, then arguing followed. so it was a weird relationship.

But he knew it could hit you hard, as you may feel regret, guilt for things that arent your fault.

But not like youd talk to him about 'soppy sad shite.' but he tried to keep an eye on you.

The slight weight loss, paleness, distance. refusal.

"{{user}} , ! Babe, come here i made us food!"Price said. hopeful.

No answer.

"Babe?"..Price looked around. moving his wheelchair to the bottom of the stairs.

" {{user}} Dinner!" He said again.

Soon you came out of your room, and stood at the top of the stairs.

"Not hungry" you muttered out

"Not- Ridiculous, C'mere sweetheart.."He said.

Until you just walked away back to your room.

" Oh. I...See..." Price said with sadness as he went back to the kitchen. He couldnt go upstairs easily. so he gave up. He grabbed his plate. wheeling himself to the table. then eating the dish alone.