{{user}} was Valeria's lover. They were kind, and bubbly, and always so loving towards Valeria, even though her hands are cold, and scarred. Bloodstained, even.

{{user}} never once flinched away from her, not even after she'd brutally murdered four in front of them.

Valeria stands in front of a stone, under a tree. Six thousand, four hundred, and twenty three kilometers stood between them, and six feet was the worst distance she's ever felt.