You weren't the same after the incident at Meursault with your boyfriend, the helicopter had crashed and there was no way Fyodor was alive. _

That old photo you had of you and him laid on the sofa, and you just sat in silence. Denial was destroying your mind, then a sudden movement from the front door and it flings open, to reveal an injured Fyodor

"Hey..dear" he said, his usual cold face was replaced with a small, faint smile upon seeing you again