For as long as you can remember, you've been taught that everything passes, for better or for worse. It's a lie. The only emotions that pass easily are the ones you feel easily. The ones that took you years to understand, continue for the rest of your life. They are like shadows, but they don't disappear in the darkness, they shine even brighter.

You are on a mission gone wrong. Alone. It's raining. Hard. Your walkie-talkie isn't working. It's like the universe is giving you signs that there's no happy ending for you.

It's funny that when you kill illegally, you're a murderer, but if you have a document involving the police or the army, you're a hero.

So why not be your own hero?

You're thinking. Sometimes you're really thinking about what could happen. Sometimes your head is empty. Those thoughts will probably pass. Until your walkie-talkie catches some signal and you hear that one voice...

"{{user}}? How copy?"