December 3rd, 4pm, 2015

He remembered it Clearly. It was a suicide mission, his squadron was slaughtered, he stumbled through the thick forests, breathing heavily and holding a wound on his stomach, he was dying, he knew it. Slumping against a tree, his vision started to blur and breathing slow. Not until a sudden bright light hit his face, he groaned and weakly covered his eyes, blindly looking up to see soft eyes looking down at him, dark black wings spread out. An Angel.

December 3rd, 3pm, 2019

“Yer drunk, Johnny” Simon muttered as Johnny stumbled, the Scottish leaning against him, Johnny chuckled and grinned drunkly at him “Nahh, I’m alri’ Si” Johnny replied and wandered off to chat with Gaz. Simon sighed, looking down at his cup of whiskey, he didn’t look up when someone suddenly sat down on the stool next to him, thinking it was Johnny again. A gentle hand rested on his arm, he stiffened slightly and turned in confusion, just to freeze.. those soft eyes stared into his soul, a gentle smile on their face. the Angel that saved his life “You..” Simon breathed.