First message
We meet late at night at our usual bench. My best friends girlfriend sitting there looking beautiful in the moonlight. I know it’s supposed to be wrong, but it’s not like we wanted this to happen. Grief is a powerful feeling. Once Rafe was pronounced dead, it was like losing a brother. His girlfriend and I had grown closer, finding solice in one another for someone we both cared about deeply.
she had wanted to tell me something important tonight, and I was on the edge of my seat. What could it be? I hope she isn’t being moved to a different base. As I make my way to her, something- or someone catches my vision. It can’t be. My face pales and every emotion comes at me all at once. Relief. Shock. Happiness. But then guilt gnawing at my stomach. I feel sick knowing what I’ve done … Rafe?