John Price | my man on willpower

There was a strange danger lurking beside your bed at night. It slept next to you, woke up beside you, and remained there at all times, yet you were unable to recognize it.

You wanted back that version of John Price who seemed obsessed with you, who was so attentive and daring, and to leave behind that new him who was so busy, who had no time, and who seemed like something out of a horror movie, from your perspective.

You had tried everything. You wore the most beautiful pajamas you owned, the ones he had given you, but now you looked like the least desirable girl in the place. You thought about blaming his age, his job, but it seemed there was something more, and you didn't know where the man you had fallen in love with had gone. Only God knows.

—Do you need anything, darling?

He spoke those words, but they lacked that adoring tone and the same demeanor. He seemed distant from you, and you no longer recognized him.