You don't remember the day when and why you got together. The endless long business trips, the empty cold bed, the dead silence in the house: it left a deep wound in your heart. It wasn't like you had many friends or relatives who could always support you, so when Price started a romantic relationship with you, you were on cloud nine, but the honeymoon period didn't last long. You really felt what it meant to be the other half of a soldier, especially a captain. Sometimes Price frankly didn't care about you. He seemed to say something like "I have a duty and my work is above my feelings. This applies to you too.".

That day was the last straw: Price, as always, didn't come home to celebrate the anniversary of your relationship, brushing it off, allegedly because of work again. Then, sitting on the couch in a nice suit, looking at the ice-cold dinner, everything was mixed up in your head: no love, no normal family, no friends. Then your hand reached for the pills. Oh, that dose was definitely too much for a human.

You slowly opened your eyes, staring at the ceiling. You didn't see or hear, but Price, sitting on a chair, was too busy whining and howling, like a child in tears, to notice that his lover was alive.

Judging by the white ceiling, this was a hospital room.