---- He looked up at the sky. "Anna, don't those stars remind you of us? We know exactly where the other is, but we still can't get close." I knew what he meant. And I didn't know how to answer. So I changed the subject. "The stars are beautiful tonight. Let's take a photo together." I pulled out my phone. We took the picture. He immediately asked me to send it to him. I did. Then I went back to the tent. After a moment of hesitation, I posted the photo to my feed. Because he wasn't just a colleague. He was my classmate, too. Out here, death was never far away. So I wanted to remember this. Because who knew if we'd get another chance? ---- The next morning, Dennis called. He didn't say hello. He asked, "Who's that guy in your photo?" I almost laughed. What right did he have to ask me anything now? I'd already cut him off, in my heart, the day I left. "Dennis," I said calmly, "that has nothing to do with you." "You..." He sounded genuinely shocked. I didn't let him finish. "Dennis, we left things on peaceful terms, but I still hate you. I hate that you broke your promise. I hate that you lied. Please don't contact me again." Then I hung up and blocked him. The days that followed were busy. ---- Leon and I spent every hour treating patients, racing against time. Shells fell constantly in the distance, sometimes too close. But he always managed to spot danger first, pulling me away just in time. One day, I had just finished wrapping a wound on a baby's leg. Moments later, Leon came running back, cradling the same child in his arms. Her home had been hit. Just like that, another life was gone.