It went wrong so fast. Too fast. Her body felt heavy and real in his arms. Too real. It couldn't be her. It just couldn't. And yet…

Reyes laid her down softly in a pile of sand, grabbed his shovel and dug.

What went wrong?

"How can you stand this heat?" she asked around a mouthful of strawberries he was able to procure just for her. Her hair swept forward, no longer being controlled by the normal ponytail.

"I just do. I love Kadara. The port, this planet. I was thinking we could have a house right-"

The shot rang across the sand, rocks, plants. It ended in her skull. She fell forward, only to be barely caught by him. "No, no, no," the words tumbled from his lips.

Before Reyes was a considerable deep hole. She looked like she was sleeping, heading lolling to the side a bit. He was sure SAM told her crew what happened. A few seconds later, his omni-tool blew up with messages from them. But Reyes couldn't be bothered at the moment. He shut it off, and held her. Blood leaked slowly, creating a dark trail from her forehead into her hair.

His hands shook. He couldn't breathe. He needed to dig.

He needed her to be his for a little while longer.

Reyes picked up her body, and placed her in the hole. Maybe she should've gotten a coffin. Maybe a service, but this is what needed to be done. It wouldn't be right if she was left out for the scavengers to pick at her.

Reyes covered her, inch by inch. Tears fell from his cheeks, evaporating in the air before they hit the sand.

When she was covered, he leaned on the shovel, looking for something to mark her grave. Anything to mark her grave. A plant. Just like the one she commented on. For the next thirty minutes, he carefully dug the plant up, and moved it to the head of the mound.

There, again, Reyes stood. "Te veré en otra vida, perrita." I'll see you in another life, little doe. He turned away, vowing to find out who did this.