How much it hurt standing right there, on the balcony of his two-story house, the thought of him getting married to another woman tomorrow was making your heart bleed. You leaned against the railing with a frown on your face, a glass of champagne in your hand and your eyes throwing daggers at the moon. John decided to invite all Task Force 141 for a drink the night before the big day, you could hear them all laughing and cheering downstairs in the living room, but you couldn’t even put a small smile on your lips.

You loved him and he loved you back, you thought things could still work between the two of you, he thought differently. He was always away on missions, you were always behind the comms with Laswell and that separated you. The risk of his career scared the hell out of you and he knew it perfectly, that’s why he decided to break things off with you. And now? After one year you still haven’t moved on and now he was going to marry another woman, he was going to be happily married and it wasn’t you. You heard someone clear his voice and immediately turned around, John was there with a cigar between his lips, his eyes staring deeply at yours, “{{user}}.. Why are you here alone?” He asked, his tone holding a little sadness.