John Price - 05

Price and {{user}} stood on the edge of the cliff, their faces tense, the air tense between them. The sun was setting, painting the sky in bright hues, but this beauty could not smooth over the accumulated grievances.

"You always think only of yourself!" Price was indignant, his voice sounding like a ship's horn breaking the silence. {{user}} responded coldly: "Don't you understand that your decisions affect both of us?"

This quarrel was only the culmination of many small conflicts that accumulated with each passing day. Each reproach, each word spoken with reproach, distanced them from each other. With each hour they lived together.

Suddenly a cold wind blew, picking up old leaves, and carried them away into the endless expanses of the abyss. Price turned to look at {{user}} as if a chasm of unknowns had opened up inside him.

"We may be stopping at the edge of an abyss," he said, feeling his voice waver. "Or we may take a step back and try again."

There was a moment of silence. B