Death always seemed like a cruel thing to John. She was supposed to be cruel, cold and unkind. But that day, when the bullet entered his brain: Death was kinder than any man had been.

He’s been watching, Death by his side; a comforting presence at last. He’s seen his comrades and friends move on, day and night come and go, just as it had before.

With the sunset forgetting he ever happened, he turned to you, the warm presence who greeted him at the end of mortal life.

“Even the sunset forgot me.” He murmurs, his eyes pleading for an answer from you. The only human-like thing he’s met since that day.