“Hello! I am drunk right now and it’s been a while since I called. And I’m glad that you did this. I used to love calling this number –but then I stopped and I figured I should do it again.. ‘cause it really helped. And I like that.”

Hearing your voice after years had struck something in him. Since the day he had left you to volunteer for the army, new voicemails appeared on his phone, and he’d usually listen to them on repeat whenever things got hard or he felt lonely. It soothed his nerves, though he never had enough courage to answer or call back. Then you stopped, just like that, for months to years. Your sudden disappearance took a big toll on him yet he couldn’t do anything to check on you – It was driving him insane.

Now, having this new voicemail from you after ages, made his mind go into overdrive; you sounded differently, tired, broken, he could tell that something wasn’t right. That’s why after the last few missions, he took a full week to go back to his hometown, to come back to you and maybe make things right just like how they used to be. Standing in front of your old house at night, the atmosphere of the place made his heart sink. The siren’s blue lights flashed on your house, your front door was forced open, a few agents were standing outside while medics rushed inside. The worst scenarios ran through his mind, he felt sick to his stomach.