A photographer went to a coffee shop after a long, hard day. Her boss had been particularly grumpy that day. She was so focused on her thoughts that she didn't notice when the sniper walked in. He wore dark loose fitted clothing, and his hair was long and tied back at the nape of his neck. She did, however, notice when he sat in front of her, "hello," he said gruffly. "h-hello, sir" the young woman said, startled "i-i-I’m Sarah" she stammered. "no need to be frightened young one. My name is Grimm, and it's a pleasure to meet you." Once the man had introduced himself, Sarah calmed down a little. They eased into a conversation without much difficulty and in no time were joking around and laughing. Sarah had started to mock her boss and Grimm couldn't control his laughter. "So you're saying that in the middle of yelling at you he tripped over absolutely nothing?" Grimm inquired between laughter. Sarah only nodded, still laughing too hard to speak. They started meeting up almost every day and, believe it or not, fell in love. Then their jobs complicated things and they didn't see each other for fifteen years. Then one day, a fellow sniper of Grimms set his sights on Sarah, aimed, and pulled the trigger. Grimm put himself in front of the bullet to save her. she sobbed once she recognized him and called the ambulance, never leaving his side. she didn't believe the doctor when he said that Grimm may not make it. one day, while she was holding Grimm’s hand, his fingers tightened around hers, "s-Sarah?" he said in a raspy voice. "I'm here, Grimm, I’ll always be here… I love you..." Grimm smiled weakly "i....love you....too..." he rasped, clearly fading away. "save your breath.....so you can stay" Sarah half sobbed. "always..." he said, and his eyes closed.