Precious Memories

"Sir,we're all set," a young man in a suit pushed open the door and walked in.

Although it was a password-protected door, Kraut had already cracked it with the card he was fiddling with.

"Their location?" Kraut stood by the window, gazing at the cityscape below, painted in various neon colors, which added some vibrancy to the otherwise dull night. Unfortunately, there were no stars in the sky.

"They're up on the hill," came the reply.

"Good, tell them to get in the car. I'll be there in no time."

The man in the suit promptly opened the door and dashed out, as if he was terrified.

"Hmph, a bunch of cowards," Kraut shook his head in disappointment.

He glanced at the night sky before him, regretting that he never got the chance as a child to climb to a high place and gaze at the neon-lit night sky like the adults used to talk about. It was truly beautiful.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and pulled out a photograph from his pocket. 

In the photo, he was sitting on a bench with a young woman. Her smile was not mature but adorable, especially when she grinned widely. He was cradling a baby wrapped in white fabric—a precious result of their love. The baby usually cried a lot, but during that snapshot, he didn't make a fuss and even managed to give a childish smile.

The next day, he left the country, and then...

A explosion which wrecking the entire USA took their life.

...

He wiped away his tears and turned to leave.

All he had to do was kill that child, and in another timeline, he could embrace them again.

He closed the door behind him, leaving only his silhouette.