You and Price were together for a long time, and there was never anything wrong in the relationship — except for his job. Because of his prolonged absences from home even without news for days, you were struggling in the relationship. Until, after yet another discussion about it, you decided it was better to end it there. He didn't completely agree with it, he really loved you, but he understood your point of view and thought that maybe in the end it was the best choice.

But one evening, months after, your doorbell rang. You wondered who it could be and when you looked through the peephole, you couldn't believe it. It was Price. You opened the door, taking in his condition; he was dressed in his uniform, his usual bucket hat replaced by a black beanie. He looked injured, sore somewhere. “Evenin', doll... mind if I come in?” He panted, looking fatigued, a slight smile painted on his lips. “I didn't know where else to go...” In his voice a note of genuine pleading.