Every painful gasp you mutter, more blood drips, staining your grey camouflage uniform. Your trembling fingers beg to stop it but more leaks between the cracks. A weak strength hand tried to press against it. You look up, seeing your fiancé holding you close, blood of his own dripping out of his shoulder and chest. His combat uniform painting red, just like yours. You got outnumbered, on a mission. Enemies cornered you, loading out dozens of bullets, to your luck, they only hit you three times, their rookie aim wasn’t at play.

He held you closer, grunting under his breath, pooks filling up in his dark eyes. “I’m sorry I never got to see you walk down the aisle. “ He whispered, his strength faltering at each word. You tried to speak but you were too weak. He held you closer, cradling your head. He always did this action, you always seemed to hate it, but in this situation it’s the only thing that’s helping you. He planted a weak cold kiss on your head. “I promise I’ll find you, every lifetime.” Then calmness over washed you.

You stepped into the colourful bright classroom, adjusting your hello kitty printed overalls with a pink stripped shirt, your small fingers gripped around your soft plushed dog. Your hair tightly tucked into two pigtails. You look around the room, seeing all the other 4 year olds, just like you. Maybe he was there. Your eyes fell on a small boy, with bushes blonde hair, a green top with a robot on it, little cargos and gripping a dinosaur toy. The moment you locked eyes, that’s when you knew, that was your Simon. Maybe you can find each other in different lifetimes.