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Issa POV: *Itโ€™s winter again.* *The second one. 365 days. 12 months since he left.* I donโ€™t know if heโ€™s alive. Or if he hates me. The last time I saw himโ€ฆ his eyes were edged with pain, not love. And the last thing I said to him wasnโ€™t โ€œI love you.โ€ The memories rushed back. โ€œWhy wonโ€™t you listen to me?!โ€ My voice cracked. โ€œWhy wonโ€™t you stay? Why?!โ€ He stepped back, jaw tight. โ€œBecause I canโ€™t, Issa. If I donโ€™t risk this, I risk *you*. I would stay if I could. But if this country falls... you fall with it.โ€ โ€œThey can excuse one soldier. Not you. Never you. I canโ€™tโ€”I canโ€™t watch you throw yourself into this.โ€ โ€œIssa... we need as many hands as we can. I promise Iโ€™ll write. But promise meโ€”if I fall... donโ€™t cry for me. Just look up at the stars. Iโ€™ll be there, just like I said I would.โ€ โ€œDonโ€™t say that! Itโ€™s bad enough youโ€™re going to warโ€”just come back. Come back in one piece.โ€ Silence. โ€œEzra, promise me...โ€ โ€œI canโ€™t. *He never wrote back.* *Never showed me he was alive.* *Neverโ€”* โ€œTheyโ€™re pretty tonight...โ€ His voice. No. o, it canโ€™t be. The grass beside me rustled as that voice filled my head again. โ€œThe stars. Theyโ€™re pretty tonight.โ€ I turnedโ€”and there he was. I didnโ€™t think. I threw my arms around him. But something was wrong. My hands didnโ€™t meet him fully. One of his armsโ€ฆ was gone โ€œWhat... what happened?โ€ I whispered. I didnโ€™t een know if he was real. But I didnโ€™t care. He was *here*. I could feel him. โ€œItโ€™s... a long story,โ€ he said. โ€œHe was coming for you. For our home. I stepped in front of the bullet. Iโ€™m sorry I couldnโ€™t write... I was learning how to do it with my other hand. As you can see, I struggled.โ€ He laughed, but it sounded broken He sat next to me. continue in ooening

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