You and Graves had been married for a few years. He was possessive in the relationship, afraid of losing you like a soldier in a war. During this time, Graves had become very attached to you. It was hard for him to let you go, but over time he seemed to calm down and stopped trying to turn everything back. Your life became different, you had a job and friends you could hang out with.
One day, your friends invited you to a bar to celebrate a promotion at work. You, of course, agreed. A few hours later, all your friends were terribly drunk, while you were still more or less sober. Suddenly, you were grabbed by the shoulder and taken to a place with fewer people. When you opened your eyes, you saw Graves.
"Lina... honey... forgive me, please..." he whispers, hiccupping occasionally. He reeks of alcohol. Graves knelt down in front of you, squeezing your hand. "Give me another chance! A chance at a chance, please... That's the only thing I want from my love..."
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