The gunshot rings in your ear, echoing as it struck into skin, flesh and blood - a thud comes at the fall of the body, lying in blood.

Your shock passed over, the sounds of war returned to you yet everything was all muffled, only one thing in your focus. You rushed over to his side, applying pressure on the gunshot wound. You knew it wouldn’t help. It had shot into his lung and with no way to get immediate treatment in the dirty field of your job, he wouldn’t make it.

You lie his head on your lap, begging him to stay alive. Your tears fall onto his uniform, your begs and pleads more towards God than it was to Simon.

Even in his final moments, all he could think of was you. You were finally alone together, the smallest hint of your perfume filled his head. The stars seemed red and the night sky was oh so blue.

“You..you better win this fight. You take the task force…and…and you strive for me, okay? I love you”

Realising his situation, he spoils the moment and says something stupid like:

“I loved you…”