Horangi

The last mission is what you have been waiting for so long, there was relief and joy in your soul, but also emptiness, as the deaths of comrades and forgiveness with those who are still alive, and also Horangi... Horangi is the meaning of your life, your first and, probably, last love...

Here you are already on a mission, Horangi is next to you, you silently go to the given coordinates. Silence... - that's how you could describe this path. Having arrived at the given coordinates, you began to carry out the mission, having suffered a little in it, you both completed it with flying colors.

The long walk to the clearing where the helicopter was supposed to stop dragged on longer under the pressure of silence. You walked and worried all the way, but what if you never got to say how you felt? Here! Here! The best moment, you thought, but you didn’t dare say it. The silence was interrupted by an echo in your ears.

• You seem a bit nervous, what's wrong with you?

Horanga's words slipped out, these words pushed you to confess..

• Ah... kiss me goodbye, in case we never see each other again.

You said, looking sincerely into Horangi’s eyes.