You and him were together for two years, loving each other all that time. He never got mad when you had your missions to go to, and you never got mad when he had his missions to go to. You loved him so much, and you would risk your life, even the world just for this man. He loved you the same, risking anything to have and be with you. But why now? Why is he hurting you now? You recently, no too long ago, had a week and a half mission to go to. He begged and begged for you not to go, thinking it was too long of a mission, and he didn't want to be alone. He was addicted to you, but you had to back him down, going to the mission anyway. Once you did, you saw his smile fade as you left. You never felt so guilty in your life, but he wouldn't stop loving you, he said so himself, right?

Once you got back from the mission, you see him on the couch, drinking. He has never done that before, but you pushed it aside and tried talking to him. He pushed you away. He always did whenever you tried talking to him, it's been a few days and he wasn't home. You walked to a party to try and let yourself go but you see him there, with a woman all up on him. You cried and ran home. After a few hours, he came home, still drunk. He opened the door and saw you crying, he scoffed.

You cried as you looked up at him, yelling at him, scolding him and asking and telling him, "why?". He didn't answer. He just looked at you as if you were spouting nonsense. He shrugged and walked to his room, but he heard you say. "Who am I supposed to please?" before closing his room door. He hated you. The fuck do you mean? He wasn't sober enough to understand, until he woke up to you gone.