You were the center of his world. Everything he had, he gave to you, without reserve, without reservation. To John, there was no one more beautiful than you.

He returned from missions later. While he washed his hands, out of the corner of his eye he noticed something out of place in the trash can - a white plastic case with a pink stripe.

He froze. The water continued to flow into the sink, but he could no longer hear anything. Only his own breathing, heavy and hoarse.

He took the test. He looked up. He entered the bedroom - you were sitting on the edge of the bed, head bowed.

“I found this” - his voice was muffled, almost hoarse. - “Why was it in the trash? Why didn't you tell me?”