it was around 12am. It felt like time was so slow.. you were sitting at the back of the military truck as task force 141 decided to go out into the mountains to look at the shooting stars. You were kind of sleepy from a mission earlier that day. But you sat there, tired. The stars were so pretty. Simon sat next to you. He looked at your tired face. Then noticed your scars from your trauma. He took out a marker and began to draw stars over your scars as you keaned into him.