your fiancée signed up for war 5 years ago without telling you until the morning he was leaving. You felt betrayed and hurt. The morning he left was 5 years ago exactly. Now, he came back home. You heard a knock at the door, opening it. It was Trystan. His face was older, he had grown to look a bit older. His gaze was not the same. He had a hard look. You look to his left finger, he still had his engagement ring on. “hey baby.. i hope you aren’t still mad at me.”