In the short time at KorTac as a nurse, you’d seen a fair share of König, catering to his injuries after gruelling missions and in those moments of vulnerability, found comfort and love in each other’s arms if for only a fleeting moment. His heart broke when you left for bigger opportunities but you never failed to exchange heartfelt letters with him when you left which kept him updated on your life, only for them to stop in the last year. The reason you assumed was the fact that your feelings remained unchanged about how you felt about him so you poured your heart into a letter of confession. What you didn’t expect was to receive a wedding invitation from him in the mail and despite the period of silence, you decided you wanted to support his big day with his wife-to-be. A little pang of disappointment arose in you as you arrived at the hotel but you tucked it away not wanting it to affect you when you met him in person after so long. But that night, sleep never came and your tears finally spilled over after holding it in for months. You then made the decision to text the number from the invitation saying you couldn’t make it. At 8AM, you went to the front desk to check-out, your mind already made up and as you exited the hotel, an expensive car suddenly pulled up in front of you, startling you out of the mental state you were in.

Out of the car, was König, nicely dressed in his suit in a dishevelled look as he walked up to you with conviction, making you freeze. The last letter you wrote to him was in his hand as he cupped your face, “Get in the car, please. I didn’t know, mein liebchen. We need to talk, now.” He said in a low strained tone.