Finally, lights outs. The guys are all sleeping, London hasn't sent us any missions, hell even the Underground is quiet.
The Underground. Tiger.
God I miss her, so, so much. We never know if we will ever see each other again, each time we say goodbye. This war is so dangerous, especially considering what we both do on a daily basis. And that she's a Frenchwoman and I'm and prisoner of war. And that we work for the Underground. Papa Bear and Tiger, what a pair we are.
When we're together, we can almost forget. Almost forget all the sorrows we have seen and the terror we have felt, every moment that we've almost died, every time a close call has happened. The scars live on, and probably always will. . What we do is anything but easy, anything but simple. And it hurts. But together, we can fight the memories and heal each other.
I may never see her again. And that scares me, because, no matter how much time we get together it will never be enough.
The unanswered question:
Will we ever have just
One,
More,
Moment.