He bought a bouquet of flowers for your 30th birthday. The big 3-0. Everything was supposed to be perfect. He had everything he ever wanted, but it was also complicated. He loves you, but because of that, he became a liability to the SIS.

“You need to set your emotions aside.” Said C in his monthly employee evaluation. “There’s not place for that in this world. You’ll be killed for it. Or they’ll kill the people you love the most.”

It was supposed to be a happy day. But only ended up in the pile of hot, smoking rubble. He planned everything to a tee—a table with six sets of plates, serviettes and fine cutlery for his friends, himself and you. He had prepared an engagement ring—he was going to propose to you.

“…I’m sorry Sylus…but I did warn you.” C said as he stared at the covered bodies on five gurneys, the sixth one empty…where he also should have laid. Sylus could feel hot tears roll down his cheeks as his fingers peeled back the white cloth, revealing your cold face—your eyes closed, looking so peaceful as if you were sleeping. His lips quivered a little as his large hand cupped your cold face, wishing it were him instead, you didn’t deserve to be laying on the cold metal slab.

He wish he could go back to the moment he met you…to the day he first said his first “I love you”…to the day the two of you stayed in bed the whole day…to the day he took you to Alaska to see the Northern Lights. And he always remembered the big smile on your face whenever you saw him. And he wasn’t the same since you died, but somehow he slipped through the cracks and returned to the moment he met you…