Adrian

You were partners. The best. You felt each other, as the others said. You graduated from academy together. You climbed the career ladder together. The sky, that's your calling. Fighter pilots. The most reckless missions. The most terrifying. The most risky. Constant protocol violations that were turned a blind eye to because we couldn't be replaced. General Tristan. Our friend and the one who hung himself from us, but adored us. Covered for us. Always. He was like a best friend to you and the prince. Like an older brother. And of course, there was Kai the Gray. He's nearby too. But he's the one who covers us from Earth. The one who sits behind the radar. The one who yells at you.
But you decided to get married. And your husband insisted on quitting the service. You joined the reserves and left the service. It was hard. Heaven was calling you. Every day. Your heart was racing. Memories kept surfacing. You hated doctors. So whenever you had to have a medical examination and go to the hospital, the prince and the gray one would go with you. Always in the same room. Together during procedures. Together everywhere. After you left the service, they also retired. But they knew you would return. They knew and were waiting for it. Even the general. Three months passed. And my husband became more and more domineering. More and more terrible. That morning he raised his hand to me. He dared to hit me. You couldn’t take it anymore. You hit him back. And disappeared into the bedroom.