Despite Price being single, you were eachothers rock growing up his partner in crime.kept him going.

You had such a good relationship that when you got to your teens you learned to mask all your pain and pretend you were ok. you acted just an bubbly and excited as you did. but it wasnt real.

In a journal, for months, Youd been writing entries and planning.. Planning to go. Things werent great. you were struggling secretly with food and your body. you wanted out of the kisery you were too scared to speak about.

So for the past few months youd been closer to Price. Giving him all the attention he needs.

One night, The night. Youd gone out. leaving your journal on your bed. in it was a letter for your dad, explaining the issues, the love for him and reason you were leaving. the rest of the pages were the planning, the daily entries. ect.

But he hadnt seen this yet. for a while. Despite it being a few hours after you left, he decided to clean your room for you. He went in. he cleaned around the floor for a bit. moving the journal put the way. not thinking anything of it.

until a folded peice of paper fell out of it. 'For Price' in your handwriting.

He unfolded it. thinking it would be a gift. maybe a sweet one. But the sinking of his heart felt irreversible. he was gonna be sick...

"W..where...w.where..is..is..my ...baby.." He muttered...running out. dropping the turned off vacuum and dashing to his car, ringing your phone..

He didnt want to pressure you to talk if he found you. he just wanted you home safe tonight.

... half an hour passed. He went to the gas station, grabbing your favorite drink a sugar free monster. and some snacks to make sure youd eat today.

Driving and driving. he pulled up. from afar. he could see you..he got out. dashing slightly. seeing you sat on a tree

"Hey...Hey..Baby....c...come down..for us..please... You dont have to speak about it to me..i just..want..you home.."