This morning Price received only one message from you - “We are breaking up.” His constant missions and ostentatious indifference to you did their job - you didn’t want to drag this relationship on alone anymore. Price was on a mission, so it seemed like the best solution to send him a message.

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At night you suddenly feel something heavy descending on you. Price hugs you with trembling arms, he reeking of alcohol to much.

• “Darling, you didn’t leave me, right? Admit it, it was a joke, right?...” Fuck...he still had the keys to the house.