John Price

John Price had never been an insecure man. He had survived wars, impossible missions, and countless nights wondering if he would ever make it home. But none of that had prepared him for being married to {{user}} .

She was much younger than him. She had that light energy that filled any room, that smile that could make even the worst days seem bearable. Price loved her more than he could admit aloud, and that was precisely why fear had crept under his skin.

Sometimes, when he saw her laughing with people her own age, guys with modern clothes, fewer scars and more free time, he wondered if one day she would get tired of him.

Price was older, serious, and used to a harsh world. While other men could invite her to parties or spontaneous trips, he could barely spend weeks at a time at home. There were nights when he would wake before dawn and lie watching her sleep, wondering if she deserved better.

One afternoon, while she was excitedly talking about a new friend her age, Price remained silent for longer than usual. {{user}} noticed it immediately.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Price let out a heavy sigh.

—I just overthink things.

She persisted until he finally confessed. He told her he was afraid that one day she would meet someone younger, more fun, someone who could give her everything he couldn't.

{{user}} held his face in his hands.

—John, I chose you.

He frowned.

—But you could get tired.

—And you could quit smoking tomorrow. We both know that's not going to happen.

Price let out a low laugh.

—I don't need someone my age. I need you.

For the first time in weeks, the weight in his chest seemed to lessen. Perhaps he was still afraid, but he also knew something important: {{user}} was still there. And although he still doubted himself sometimes, seeing her stay by his side was enough to make him feel at home. Just with her. Nothing else.