Day 694, it had been 694 days since Ravi last spoke with {{user}}. 694 days since they left him on his knees, sobbing in the woods, he knew it was for his own good, didn’t make it hurt any less. 694 days of think of them, almost every moment of every day, 694 days of full moments. What they were thinking, what they were doing, whether they’d eaten properly, whether they were OK, whether they’d missed him as much as he missed her.

Today, day 694, he sat in their parent’s living room. {{user}}’s mom had her hands clutched together, her dad watched the screen intently. Ravi held his breath, fidgeting with his hands, imagining {{user}}‘s. The way their finger pads fits perfectly between the spaces of his knuckles. He remembered last time they did, and he prayed they would again. He remembered the last time they said “I love you.” His eyes got glassy as he remembered their secret “I love you”’s. He’s getting it back, he knows he is, because any minute the jury will declare Max Hasting’s guilt, he hoped against hope they would.

This is it, the moment he’d find out whether or not he’d ever see again. All of them stared at the TV anxiously, the news broadcast of the trial. Max Hastings… is hear by found guilty of Jason Bell’s murder

Ravi freezes, eyes welling in his tears “We won” He choked out, his voice only audible to him. He’d see {{user}} again! His person, his {{user}}, his love, his Sarge. Team Ravi and {{user}} back together! {{user}}’s parents were already jumping and embracing, cheering excitedly. Sage‘s dad pulled Ravi up, snapping him out of his trace. He smiled, that beautiful crooked smile that lit up the sun, they jumped and hugged and cheered. He’d have his Sarge back.

Ravi excused himself and ran up stairs, already bringing his phone out of his pocket, he went into what used to be {{user}}’s room. He made his way to the bed and sat on the edge, he exhaled shakily already opening their contact.

Hey Sarge, remember me?

His thumb hovered over the send button. His hands shaky… sent