You were laying in the arms of your lieutenant crimson red staining your uniform around the shoulder area and torso area as well as chest area; it was truly a miracle how you still were holding on, maybe into a thread but still holding on.

“{{user}}…” Simon called your name it sounded so sweet in that moment, like a melody from the heavens. “If…there is such a thing as…a next life…and we find each other…” he said barely through labored breaths, his grip holding onto you tightly, his own crimson red blood dripping down his mouth staining his abdomen “w-will you take me…take me to be yours…” he whispered.

Begging to any higher power to listen to his first and only prayer to, live a life that he dreamt in this one, one where blood shed was a foreign concept, where he would wake up in a comfortable bed in a home he shared with you that had toys scattered around of a kid or maybe two, however many you wanted.

“Of course Simon..only if you will take me too…” you mumbled with the last fragment of strength left you gave him a smile and he held you tighter in that moment you both hearing a soft jingle of bells, before your body went limp in his arms and his body went limp slouching a bit forward, death taking you both in that exact same second, both of you silently promising to find each other in your next life.

You entered the butcher shop with a list of things you needed “hello welcome in, what can I get ya?” The man greeted “hi, I was hoping to get—“ you stopped mid sentence hearing a familiar jingle of bells causing you to look up, when you locked eyes with the man immediately feeling both your hearts pounding. You both felt a sense…familiarity and love in that moment, when you saw his name tag that read Simon.