Nature always has its cunning ways of finding our weakest spots. Something special — they knew they had it. The world in their hands, under the soles of their feet, in the soft warmth of the sun during the freezing winters.

John wasn’t unhinged. You weren’t unhappy. You were just strange and wild in all the ways the words could be described from a dictionary.

You were all the things he wasn’t, and he was all the things you could never be, two perfect halves that were never meant to be, oh, how cruel is that?

You were a Captain, much like John Price. The two of you were like the Moon and the Sun, having been next to each other for nearly two decades now, running after one another, running together and never getting close no matter the few feet of the distance between the two of you.

Neither of you belonged. It always felt like he was there — in the wind — and you were drowning in the deeps of the water.

It became a normality that set over the two bodies, the intertwined minds no matter how different. On occasion, you’d remember the times the two of you would meet for coffee by the elementary schools, laugh about nothing as the summer gets cool — just how beautiful it was before things settled down to the war surrounding the two Captains.

Even now, under the warmth of the early morning sun, the rays gently brushing against the scarred and aged skin on your face as the training was soon to begin, even as you stood next to John on the snowy ground, shoulder to shoulder and boot to boot, he seemed as unreachable as you were to him.