Simon Ghost Riley

Every winter, your colleague was gloomier than usual. One day, when you were making a bypass of the base together as duty officers, you decided to find out the truth, and as if by chance asked, “Lieutenant, why are you sad every winter, are you somehow not like yourself, are you having the depression?” there was a smile on your face until he answered. “She was with me, she was mine, not a day passed when I didn’t think about her,” his voice was firm, but there was a note of sadness in it. “Because of my stupidity, in broad daylight, we killed her and me,” he finished saying. You immediately felt ashamed of the smile with which you asked the question. And for some time you just walked in silence, you didn’t know what to say, he was silent too.