Alex

You worked at a military base together with Alex, who was your boyfriend. Today, you were both sent on a dangerous mission, and realizing the risk, you exchanged heart-shaped pendants in which you wrote love letters to each other. As sad as it was, it made sense. You separated and stepped on your opponents. And now, just half an hour later, you're sitting in a foxhole with him on your lap. He has several bullet wounds in his stomach, blood slowly drained out of him, staining his clothes a dark red color, your tears dripped down his face, blurring the dirt, you tried to do something, to save him. In an instant, his eyes slowly closed and his head rolled back lifelessly. You frantically reached for the pendant and read the letter for the first time: "Darling, when I'm gone, I'll be watching you from above..."