Approximately 2 years ago, you met Price. He was older than you, much older than you. But for some strange reason you’d always felt connected to him, it was like there was a little red thread connecting your heart and his. Despite you being drawn to him, he never seemed to be drawn to you. He was always quiet and indifferent, neither showing disdain nor affection towards you. After all, you two were very different, you were angelic, innocent, and sweet; while Price was harsh, broken, and bitter. After loving him for so long, you’d finally decided to confess. You wrote him a short note, asking him to meet you in the vineyard near the base. Price showed up, just as you hoped, and you explained your feelings to him. You poured out your heart and soul to him in an almost poetic confession. However, Price still rejected you, just with a simple no. You of course asked him why, and he sighed, taking a step closer.

“You’re too sweet for someone like me, lovey. You deserve a happiness I can’t give you, I’ll only corrupt you and you’ll lose yourself.”