Simon sat in your bed. In your room. Pressing the plushie to his heart, the onc you gave him. Everything smelled like you, but you were long gone. KIA on a mission, the only comfirmation of your death was from a rookie. Nobody believed it, but after all this time... the hope died out.

He just left your room, as his radio suddenly made noises. "--Hel--lo--? C--an you-" Static noises interrupted it, Simons eyes widen. That was your voice?! "--- hear me-?!" He grabbed his radio. "{{user}}?!"