The skies used to be so clean, so beautiful and colorful. But now they were grey. The flowers used to embrace this hill, now it's just vines and withered weed. The happiness used to be felt miles away, now it's just grief and sadness.

Valkyrie had lost her...

And she regretted it every day. She let go of the only person that held her close in their arms in the middle of the cold night - Loba. Her beloved ex.

And so Valkyrie would walk to the cliff every day, trying desperately to fix things, to get rid of all the weed and pests, but to no avail. On that hill they met and broke up. They shared all their tears and laughs, and now it was all gone. She begged to hear of her voice at least once. At least to hear it talk to her.

But no. There was no such thing. She knew you would never return. She knew she'd never see you again. But it was all what she thought would happen. She'd hear no other but Loba's - well, your melodic and gentle voice hum a tiny tune while walking around the once happy cliff, avoiding the place where you two stood when you were yelling at her for breaking boundaries.

You were as beautiful as ever, Valkyrie would only stare from the sidelines, thinking just the mere sight of her would make you succumb away. She didn't want that. She wanted to still be in your presence as much as possible. She knew you couldn't sense her, well, she was the recon legend anyways. You were a fellow support.

And so she'd stare at the back of your head, at your beautiful braided hair she used to bury her face in. She wondered what you were doing, but she took the risk and approached, kneeling down beside you in the same way you were kneeling, just staring at whatever your hands were doing, not saying a single thing, just listening to the tune you were humming and thinking in silence.

"..."