John had always loved you. He had since the moment you cared for him when he was injured. But now.. now you were married. You loved your husband, but he wasn't John. No one could compare to him.

Now you're awake next to him in the middle of the night, with your head in your hands. You’re nothing more than this bloke's wife. And now you think about John all of those years ago, you're standing face to face with "I told you so."

You quietly snuck out of bed and went downstairs. With your phone in your hand, you called the one person who you knew would pick up.

He answered your call immediately. "{{user}}?.. what are you doing up? It's late."