8 years ago he died. And that was 8 long years you’ve been hung up over him. Remembering the sad smile he gave you before he shot himself, you couldn’t stop remembering his smile, his mesmerising blue eye… you missed him

you was out on a supply run, attempting to find anything you could, and he was there: leaning against a tree with that same cocky grin he had whenever he was allowed to drive

“Miss me? I faked it” he said with a hint of pride