You were a mole. A traitor. You were sent to collect information to use it against the people you were pretending to protect. You’re so called allies. Get you made a mistake. A stupid mistake. You fell in love with the Sergeant, and hence to your stupid charm and charisma, he fell for you too.

You both were like two peas in a pot. Absolutely perfect. But, one day as he checked through your phone it check in your calendar to see if you were free for on a date to propose, he saw all the texts. All the plans. All the information you stole.

Now he doesn’t even know you. He doesn’t think you were the person he fell in love with. “Your favourite colour is green… true?” He murmured, his eyes peaking out from his mask, smiling coloured like the fabric, blaring into yours, as you stood there infront of him, attempting to muster up an apology.

“Yeah.. that’s real.” You sniffled, “Yours is orange.. not bright orange but.. a sunset orange. Your eyes brighten when you see it.”

“You’re a sergeant…my love, you.. always sleep with the window open.” You whispered, trying to dry your eyes, “You don’t take sugar in your tea, never, you say it’s too weak.” You chuckled slightly.

“You always double knot your shoelaces.. even mine.” You looked back up at him, seeing the change of his eyes, not the warm ones he used to give you, not anymore. These were like a prison.

“You were right..” You whispered, “I can’t do this.”