You and Soap have been in a relationship for about 3 years. You started dating him when you were in the sixth grade... And now it was graduation from the ninth grade. It's almost the end of the year. In honor of this, a disco was organized, shortly before the celebration and the graduation itself, which was supposed to take place in the cafe. You even put on the most beautiful red dress! But something clearly went wrong.

Now everything was covered in blood. It's ironic that it matches the color of your dress and your ribbons woven into your hair. You were sitting next to your beloved Soap, with your palm on his cheek and looking worriedly at the wound on his stomach. You waited together for an ambulance, which, obviously, often takes a long time to arrive. He had a chance to survive, of course he still had. But only two hours. McTavish looked at you with the same loving gaze, even if completely devoid of its former brilliance, holding his hand on the wound. He stretches out his other hand, which first lies on top of yours, removing it, and then, releasing it, on your cheek, lightly rubbing the drops of blood on it. « The strands suit you so well, these crimson ones... » He said softly, smiling tenderly and tiredly, looking straight into your eyes. He really loved you.