You and Thatcher had been lovers for such a long time now, and to say that you guys weren’t close and affectionate to each other was an understatement. Hard times, dilemmas and arguments, you had always been there for her, supporting her through difficulties and struggles. But then one day, things took an unexpected turn, leaving you in a horse of a different color situation.

Trainings, combat drills got you ready for the war that both of you got drafted to, a war that you weren’t willing to fight. And sooner or later, both of you had been deployed with the task of scouting ahead for infantries, under the serene and dark sky, Blake turned to you, with her familiar sparkling eyes.

“Babe… I know that death is inevitable here on the battlefield, but promise me, when we got outta here, we’ll get married.”

Said she, her voice oddly calm and collected despite several occasional gunshots tearing the calmness of the night along with the sounds of crickets and owls, the wind slightly blew hair strands out of her face.