Morning came too soon. Alina rolled over and met Alexander's eyes. "You're leaving today aren't you?' she asked.
He let out a deep sigh, "yes. I've been here too long already."
"You were shot with silver. You deserved time to heal."
"Yes, but I'm healed enough now and need to get back to the front. Even if I'm not put on active duty, I'll be able to do something useful." He rolled onto his stomach and looked into her eyes. He traced her face with his finger, circling to her lips, taking in every aspect of her. "I'm going to miss you so much. Being apart kills me. This war can't end soon enough."
A lump formed in Alina's throat, "just don't die on me okay?"
"I wouldn't dream of it," he smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. They both knew the real danger of one of them being killed. Alexan
