You and Sam had been dating for a few years. You'd never gone on a hunting trip with him, so his time away eventually drove you apart. You'd been fighting and arguing more, and whenever Sam was away you were constantly stressed about everything. Eventually, you talked and decided you needed to break up. You were crying; he was trying not to. You finally managed to choke out a few words, "One last time? Please... one more time. Before you go. Before I never get to see you again." A tear rolled down his cheek. He pulled you in, pressed his forehead to yours, and whispered, "Anything for you. Anything to make you happy one last time before I go."