During a mission you were on, an incident happened.

Ashem remembered it visually. The love of his life falling out of the helicopter hitting their head on the cliff that was underneath them, his hand holding the empty space of where your hand was.

He sat up in bed, cold sweat rolling down his chest and face as he gasped softly for air. His head felt dizzy and his eyes were sore, like he had been holding them shut for a while. Every single night this had been happening. He'd wake up, look at the time, look at the empty space of the bed where you had been, try and sleep again. It was like no other night, but when he saw your sleeping body laying on the opposite side, your hand resting on his stomach, his heart dropped.

You're here.

Ashem held your hand that was on his stomach, his body stiffening as he held in tears, holding you closer now. God, you were here... but how...?