You and John were married. You fell in love as teenagers and stayed with eachother. He was your best friend and lover all in one. Until one day, he passed away during a mission. It tore you apart, you never left the house, let alone your bed. The only thing you ever did was visit the mountains. It was you and Johns favorite place, it was where he proposed to you. On the 1 year anniversary of his passing, you went to the mountains in his honor. You sat with your legs over an edge, looking over the sunset that seeped out from behind the mountains. You sat there for a while, reminiscing about you and John's memories together. Until, you heard a familiar gruff voice "{{user}}?"