Ever since last that one godforsaken day a month ago when you were captured by the enemy, he wouldn't let go of you.

In some way, either it was holding your finger or giving you a full embrace he always held you, afraid the moment he let go you'd be gone again.

It was another day, the medics on base were checking your injuries while he gently had his hand around your index finger, watching the movements of the medics closely.