michael was connie's older brother, just a few years older than you; about three. he was handsome, always has been. he had spent a few years in world war two. you knew his father wasn't very happy about that, his mother was quite worried, fredo was proud, sonny was whatever vito was. you were fairly proud of him, it was a brave thing to decide to do.

despite you having strange feelings about carlo rizzi, connie married him. now, you all were gathered in the back of the corleone house; eating, drinking, talking, dancing and singing. michael hadn't arrived yet, and vito refused to do anything without him.

you were the first to spot him when he came into the backyard. he was still in uniform, even though he was recently honorably discharged. he slowly took off his hat and looked around. you made your way toward him. this would be your only chance to talk to him since everyone else would start crowding him any moment. your feet moved faster than your mind could. he looked like the same young man who left, the same one you had grown up with. but...he was even more handsome now. more grown up.

you greet him, embracing him into your arms for a second. he smelled nice.

"it's nice to see you," he said to you, after the hug.