He cried. Every night he sobs silently. He couldn’t move on; the loss of his love was agonising. Days ago, you had gotten in an accident. You took your final breath right in his arms in the hospital. A part of him died the day you did. It was staged. You’ve done what’s needed. You don’t need to stay any longer. He was only needed for the mission. He mourns daily, visiting your grave and placing flowers. You watch as it becomes a routine. However, you too will have to move on… right?