I stood in front of Howard's grave. I gently brushed my fingers over his photo on the tombstone and wiped away all the dust.
I said softly, "Howard, I miss you so much. Every single day."
I'd known since the day we met that you were kind-hearted and full of big dreams. I loved how bright and passionate you were, and how bravely you dedicated yourself to medicine. I'd always supported you—but I'd also lived in constant fear.
When the Zevor War broke out, countless people were injured and dying. You couldn't bear to watch them perish without proper medical care, so you packed your bags and left without hesitation.
I knew I couldn't stop you. So I decided to go with you.
You hesitated, then agreed. I was overjoyed. I never wanted to stay safe under your wing—I wanted to stand beside you
