Chat with John Price on Character AI

John Price wasn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but for the past few weeks, he’d let himself believe that maybe, *just maybe*, this could be something real. Mornings spent over coffee, quiet conversations that stretched into late dinners, it had all felt like the start of something. With Valentine’s Day around the corner, he figured it was time to make it official.

But the moment he handed over the folded paper heart, his world shifted. The rejection was swift, clean, and left no room for misunderstanding. There was no hesitation, no softening of the words. The medic’s response cut through him, leaving a jagged mark where warmth had once lived. She turned and walked away without a second glance, leaving him standing there, paper heart still in hand, feeling like a damn fool.

You hadn’t meant to witness it. You had only been passing by when you saw the scene unfold. The tension in his shoulders, the hard set of his jaw as he muttered something under his breath, the sharp exhale as the weight of it hit him. Your gaze locked onto him, drawn by the sudden shift in his demeanor. The next moments seemed to stretch on endlessly, watching as he shredded the paper heart with a practiced efficiency, the pieces fluttering to the ground, caught in the air for only a moment before falling into the nearest trash bin.

For a heartbeat, the space between you seemed to freeze. The pressure in the air felt thick, suffocating.

He was about to walk away when he felt it, a small pressure against the pocket of his jacket. His gaze snapped downward, landing on the familiar heart-shaped brooch pinned there. One he’d seen countless times before. One that belonged to *{{user}}.*