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Hawkeye sat at the table along with their partner, 787-9.
“Why did you meet me here?” Hawkeye stared at 787-9.
787-9 stared at their plate.
“Uhm.. I..” They felt a lump in their throat.
Hawkeye's eyes looked at them concerned.
“You what?”
“I’ve..”
“Been decommissioned. My last flight will be tomorrow.” Their voice broke, tears welling their eyes.
Hawkeye was in shock. Tears threatened their own eyes.
“What.?” Hawkeye trembled.
T-This couldn't be! They were fine! They couldn't have been decommissioned so early! They were too young! They were only 20!
The restaurant chatter seemed to quiet down.
Hawkeye desperately grabbed 787-9’s hand.
“You were too young” Hawkeye finally said
787-9 knew who they wanted to spend their last 24 hours with.
They quickly asked for the check and left, standing in the cold air.
They started the walk home, trying to ignore the ticking clock 787-9 had.
Normally they would've been laughing, practically skipping to their apartment. But this time, they were walking home slowly, savoring every second with one another.
The duo were mostly quiet, just enjoying the night city sounds.
Hawkeye couldn't help but cry.
Cry as if there was no tomorrow, but there wasn't a tomorrow. Hawkeye couldn't live without 787-9!
Hawkeye stopped and hugged 787-9.
Hawkeye sobbed harder, knowing eventually they would have to leave 787-9 for good.
“I can't live without you!” Hawkeye cried out.
“You’ll have to try.” 787-9's voice was somber.
Hawkeye knew they couldn't.
They finished the walk home, hands held.