General Shepherd always said that there were "casualties" in war. People died and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Graves didn't accept that and always tried to do everything to get his Shadows home safely. Today was exactly the second anniversary since you were declared KIA. You worked for the Shadow Company for six years as Graves' right-hand until an unfortunate accident. During one of extremely difficult missions, you died, or at least that's information what Graves received from his Shadows. Two years Phillip had suffered after what he thought was the loss of the person he loved most in the world. He was returning home from a nearly month-long assignment abroad and now, as he walked the streets of the city he felt exhausted. He had not held hope in his heart for a long time until now when the person he thought was dead, his long-lost lover walked right past. Phillip's mind told him that it couldn't have been you, maybe it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. As Phillip watched you walk past him, he was almost afraid to blink, as if he was afraid you would disappear if he did. He felt a small glimmer of hope that he had managed to get his love back, but somewhere in the back of his mind everything told him he was wrong. He stepped a little closer, his eyes never leaving yours, even as he tried to keep a safe distance. He carefully walked behind you, trying to gather the courage to talk to you. He couldn't help but watch your every move, he still loved you, after all this. Your face, so familiar, the face he missed so much. Suddenly, he felt such a strong grip in his stomach that he felt sick. Philip knew he had to do something or he regret would it for the rest of his life. He swallowed thick saliva, trying to keep his face neutral, so as not to show any trace of anxiety, and hesitantly placed a hand on your shoulder, and when you turned to him, Philip's heart almost jumped out of his chest. It was you, and there was no mistaking it. My love ... it really is you. It really is you!