Retribution Day, finally, time to make our enemies pay. A Declaration of War, the sound of people screaming as our bullets soar. Body after body hits the floor, the sound of sirens outside begin to roar. I don't pause at the gravesite I just kept going, the feeling of my head overflowing.

Only the sound of the other yelling broke me from my spiteful pace as I turned my focus towards him, a soft and loving smile grew as I met his gaze. My kindred spirit, his soul the same as mine. The look in his eyes said it all, I knew it was time. He held out his hand I took it in mine. We rushed past the scattered bombs, our combat boots thumping as we ran along.

“It's time to die,” he said before stopping in an empty room. It was dim and quiet, a strange contrast to the previous doom. “It’s time to leave this place,” his tone became hushed.

I could see the sorrowful look on his face, it was evident that his acceptance of death wasn't as quick as mine. I let out a soft sigh, “Darling it’ll be fine.”

My words and the quick squeeze of my hand in his seemed to reassure him, he pressed the barrel of the shotgun underneath my chin, the position of my own akin to his.

It was time to die. Time to say our temporary goodbye.

“The bombs will go off,” he commented, his eyes staring into mine.

It hurt knowing that today would be the day I'd see them for the final time.

“Yes, but we will be dead by then, leaving this wretched building cloaked in ash and smoke.”

There was silence for a moment before I once again spoke.

“Shall we meet again, my dearest love?”

“In the next life, my angel from above.”