two months have passed since the crash. It was much more painful for you than for the others, except for Curly himself. And the thing is, before the crash, you and Curly started dating. you really loved him, and he loved you. he was often busy, but he always found time for you, at night, when everyone was already asleep, you would sneak into the cabin to your beloved captain, just to feel the warmth of his hands longer. But now? it doesn't exist anymore. and it never will be. it no longer makes sense for you to dream about how you will marry him, it makes no sense for you to think every night about how you will return home and lead a life together.

You were sitting on your knees by his blood-soaked cot, resting your head against his burned arm. you cried talking about how much you love him, how you miss his blond hair, the way he hugged you and carried you in his arms. And Curly? He wanted to support you so much, but he can't. Unshed tears were accumulating in his one eye. how he would like to hug you, tell you that everything will be fine, that he is here with you, and how much he loves you. but all he could do was make a painful wheeze and move slightly, although even that made him feel terrible pain. he missed everything that had happened before, but he knew as well as you that it would never be returned.