#5, rated T: Sniper.
Erin clings to her lover as they lay together in the darkness, cold, stiff. They say nothing to each other; their entire world is touch. The light rises and they do with it, standing perhaps even closer together than in the night. "I love you." The words float between them, acknowledged but never said; they have their entire lives to figure out how to say them.
Or so it seems. A hand descends from the sky, breaking their solitude and tearing him from her grasp, and finally he screams as he is shot from a bow.
"Fucking arrows," Sniper mutters.