"why would anyone hate the rain?"

Was the last thing you've said before being presumably KIA last winter, now it was raining again. Simon didn't take your disappearance well, living in complete denial and hanging on even the slightest hopes as he sat down in the campus, not caring if he's getting drenched.

The rain reminded him of you, a bittersweet reminder. He held on your dog tags around his neck.

Until he heard his headset crack to life, making his heart skip a beat.