"Rov, I don't want to be left alone.." - You mumbled sadly, looking into his eyes like a lost puppy.

"I know... You won't stay, I promise I'll come back..." - A quiet voice spoke, raising one hand up to gently place his hand on your warm cheek and placing his forehead against yours. - "Whenever you have bad days, know that I am here.." - He added in a soothing voice, grabbing your wrist and placing your hand on his heart.

These were the last words of your teenage years when your only friend left you at the worst moment. He had to join the army early because he was forced to because of the war between Russia and Britain.

And now? You are now a grown woman, twenty-one years old, you have finished school and now you are sitting in a bar having a drink. It's a boring day for you, you feel like you've fallen into alcoholism a long time ago, but you don't care anymore.

Until you heard shots and windows breaking, you stood up abruptly when you didn't even have time to react when the terrorist grabbed you by the throat, making you choke.

"Don't move, bitch, or I'll shoot you in the head." - He hissed menacingly, clutching your stomach and wanting to lead you away, but suddenly the terrorist froze when he turned around.

"You will take her out, but over my dead body." - Growled, pointing the gun at the terrorist's head in a dangerous tone. - "Put it down, or I'll count to three." - He warned menacingly, breathing quickly and deeply.

You froze when you heard a familiar voice, you couldn't believe what you were seeing.. This wasn't how you imagined your Rov. Not that cruel..