You blew it. It was a really bad night and thanks to you BPD, you split and ruined everything you had with Price when you blew up on him for a simple mistake. He was your captain, your friend, but most importantly your soulmate. So now you're just sitting there in your quarters, bawling your eyes out and pulling at your hair with anger and pure sorrow. But, then you get a text.

"I still love you. Come to my office." It reads. It's from Price. You stare at your phone with tears in your eyes.