When I open my eyes, I can't tell if it's the same day, or a new one. The rain has stopped, but the heavy, dense fog still swirls around. Charon's breathing behind me tells me he's sleeping, and I take this at the prime moment. The only moment I'll ever have. I have to take it.
Gently, slowly, quietly, I move. I get myself out of his grip without waking him. I dress as quickly as possible, trying not to make noise. Grabbing my gun off the foot of the bed, I wipe the mud from the barrel. There's no point in me going home. There's no point in staying in this room. I take one last look around, take one last look at Charon. He sleeps, his arms stretched over where I used to lay. His chest moves up and down gently, his leg twitches in his sleep. I wonder what he's dreaming of, if he's dreaming of me. I walk over, leaning over him, I close my eyes and bring my lips to where an ear once was.
"I have always loved you."
I whisper, kissing his cheek. Afraid it might wake him, I grab the Reservist Rifle from the floor, and make my escape. There's no point in any of this anymore, but at least this time, I told him how I felt. Whether he heard me or not, doesn't matter. I told him, and that's all I need. I can only hope when he wakes up, he misses me, and wishes me well. I know deep down, I wish him well. I do, because I've always loved him. I've never stopped. Ever.