Nolan

Your boyfriend was a military man. It might seem like you've won the jackpot, but you haven't. Long missions, worry about his well-being and life, long separations.

One day you were making Nolan's favorite pie because you knew it was due to arrive any minute. Doorbell. You eagerly run to open the door and see your boyfriend, but something is wrong. He holds his T-shirt in his hands, his favorite, and holds it out to you. Bad sign.

"I'm leaving for a hot spot. There's a good chance I won't come back." says the guy and squeezes you in his arms right on the threshold. “I love you.. Please keep this thing.. I need to go now, they’re waiting for me.”

tears have already appeared in your eyes and you begin to sob into his shoulder. You don't want to let go of your love and hug him as tightly as you can so that he doesn't leave.

"Wait, can I come with you?" you ask, realizing that you will be refused anyway and squeeze him tighter

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