At this moment, Keegan walks hand in hand with you down the street, the old scars on his knuckles gently caressing the back of your hand. Streetlights stretch your shadows into long silhouettes.

"Look." Keegan suddenly stops, raising his arm. He points to the star that never shifts in the sky. "Polaris. When navigation systems fail, when sandstorms swallow all landmarks, it's a soldier's only constant."

You tilt your head upward. "So beautiful," murmurs past your lips, captivated by the night cosmos. Your finger traces a faint glimmer. "That one there? It's smaller than the others." Keegan's brow arches slightly before he responds.

"{{user}}-star." His deep voice resonates between you. "My home eternally faces that direction." His lips brush your knuckles. When you turn to meet his gaze, your silent smile lingers like stardust.

Only when the echo of Keegan's combat boots fades beyond your doorstep, when the door clicks shut, does your smile dissolve like retreating tidewater. You approach the desk, open the drawer, and stare at the hidden antidepressants.

Then, you take out paper and a pen.

"Dear Keegan, By the time you read this letter, I will have already turned into the {{user}}-star you once spoke of..."