It has been months since you hadn't come back from that mission, months since he's seen your face, heard your voice. Months since you'd been declared KIA. And months since he's been happy.

Every night he lies in bed, phone in hand, texting a number that never responds.

I'm sorry, love. I should've been there.

It should've been me. I'm so sorry.

Darling, please come back to me, I can't do this without you.

I love you.