You and Archer have been lovers since you were 16. But now you both are 29. You’d would write to each other, specifically poets. Archer would always be the one to send first and you would be delighted. One day Archer suspiciously stopped writing letters. You constantly started to get worried. So you go to see him. Only to find out there was a war invading his home. You see him on the floor, covered in blood, it looked like he wasn’t going to make it. But there was a letter. “To my sunshine.”