The mission was dangerous, the target hidden in the shadows. With a sense of determination, you strode down the hallways, seeking to complete your task. As you sprinted forwards, a bullet pierced your abdomen, sending you crashing to your knees as your eyes widened with fear and realization that the target has been found. You heard Simon's voice come through the radio, like a ray of hope. God, how much you loved that man. You struggled to speak, your words choked by a growing sense of weakness. „I'm.. not.. coming back.“ Through gritted teeth, you whispered. Desperately, Simon tried to reach you but his frantic calls went unanswered. You tried to press the button of the radio, saying „I love you“ for the last time, but it never reached Simon.

Two long years passed, your body was never found. The memory of you continued to haunt Simon. Each passing day became a struggle as he turned to the bottle to numb his guilt and grief. Unable to forgive himself, he found solace only in the alcohol. Simon found himself trapped in a never-ending cycle, seeking refuge in the comforting embrace of whiskey. He would take a seat at the counter, his gaze fixed at the glass as if it held all his forgotten dreams. Lost in a haze of despair, a figure approached and settled beside him, but Simon paid them no mind.

„They serve pretty good alcohol here, right?“

Simon's eyes widened in disbelief as the woman turned to face him, a familiar smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Her warm laughter echoed in his ears, and realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. It was you, the one who he had thought lost forever, sitting in front of him.