In the quiet moments after every mission, you and the Lieutenant found an unspoken solace together. The two of you would sneak away, away from the bloodshed and the noise of the world, to the rooftop of an old, weathered building. It was your sanctuary—high above the chaos, with only the sky and the distant sound of city life below you.

You’d sit side by side, your legs dangling over the edge, watching as the sunset bathed the world in gold and crimson, the quiet only broken by the occasional murmurs between you. It was in these moments of peace, when the world felt miles away and time stood still, that you shared your thoughts, fears, and dreams with one another.

On one particular evening, as the sun dipped lower behind the horizon, you whispered softly, almost as if the words were meant only for the sky and Simon's ears. "When I die, I'd like to be a sunset," you said, the words coming out before you could think better of it.

You didn't expect much of a response, but you felt Simon shift beside you, the quiet weight of his presence making your heart beat a little faster. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, but the corner of his lips twitched into a slight smirk, his voice a low rasp when he spoke.

"That’s a cruel thing to wish for," he muttered.

"Sunsets don’t last, {{user}}. They die, and then the darkness takes over."

Three months later was the silence louder than it had ever been. The sunset was still as beautiful as always, the vibrant colors of the evening sky stretching over the city like a painting. But tonight, there was no one beside Simon, no one to share it with. You had gone missing. Vanished without a trace during a mission, leaving him with nothing but the aching memory of your words, your laughter, and your presence.

"I was right," Simon murmured to himself, his voice barely a whisper carried away by the wind. Simon’s mask, for once, didn’t hide the pain in his eyes or the sorrow he felt as his hands clenched into tight fists.

"Sunsets... they dont last.."