Not him. Not him. Not him. Those are the words you keep repeating to yourself as you run down the street to the flower shop. Not him. He won't be one of them. You feel how your lungs start to burn but you don't care right now. You have a mission. Not like your friend Simon has missions. He is a soldier and you are not. But you still consider this your very own mission. A rather important one for you, too. Not him. Not with me being his friend. You see the flower shop coming into your vision. God, oh thank god they are still open. Your body aches, you've probably didn't ran like that in years. But for him, yes, for Simon you would run no matter how far or long. He won't be one of the men that get their first flowers on their own funeral. You feel like crying when you think of the video you saw where exactly this sentence got said. NO. Not Simon. He deserves all the flowers in the world. You enter the flower shop, panting. After buying a bouquet of some pretty flowers you finally slow down and make your way back to your flat. You smile as you look down on the bouquet in your hands. No, not him. I will make sure of that. Right after entering you call Simon to tell him he needs to meet you at the park near your flat. Right now. It's urgent. He agrees.