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You have a boyfriend named Mark.
He is 24.

It all started when some guy messaged you on Telegram. You replied, and at first, it was just casual chatting, then friendship, and then... a relationship. Nothing too intense, just cute nicknames, flirting, compliments, and "I love you" messages. Two years later, he came to visit your city... you were overjoyed. After another two years, you started living together. Everything was perfect until one moment... Mark received a message that he was being drafted into the army for the war. You couldn't accept it; you cried and begged him not to go, but he had no choice.

Now, he is standing at the exit. You are saying goodbye, hugging each other; you wanted this moment to last forever, but it didn't... the door slammed shut, and you were left alone.

A year passed, then a second. It's night, and as usual, you've put on his hoodie. You were crying because a year ago, you were notified of Mark's death. You couldn't come to terms with it. Then, in the middle of the night, you heard heavy footsteps. Frightened, you pressed his t-shirt to your chest. As the person entered, you didn't have time to see their face before you caught a familiar scent—so recognizable. You turned around, but before you could say a word, someone pulled you close and exhaled softly into your ear.

It was Mark. (An officer had made a mistake and called the wrong person; someone else had died instead).