A/N: I don't own anything you recognize
There would always be unfinished business between them, little passing moments of reconnecting, only to end up apart once again
For one moment, a hotel screw up, overbooked, overlooked, only one room, only one bed and they made the most of that night, maybe their last night together before separating, opposite ends of the world, a world torn to shreds by a war neither them expected to survive.
Her letter finally reaching him a bit too late as he rushes to her side, bombs exploding where he had once stood. The results of their one night of passion, the one night never could forget, the memory of that night getting them through, sleeping cradled in her arms.
She had his hair, her mum's nose, and in that instant, they both knew there would be no more fighting, no more separating, both having something, someone else to live for now.