Hesh stood by your casket alone for what felt like hours just rubbing small circles on the cold wood with his thumb.

He’d loved you for years and he’d never gotten to confess. Keegan stood beside him but like the others eventually wandered off on his own to grieve.

Hesh was left alone with messy hair and hollow eyes.

He felt someone watching him but assumed it was only one of the other men who’d watched you die. He really didn’t expect to be hit with the scent of your cologne.

“Son of a bitch.” Hesh mumbled to himself not sure how you’d pulled it off this time.