Suguru Geto had never felt more afraid. When he decided to become a curse user and try to kill all the non sorcerers he had had his doubts, but he had gone past that. Even when he thought he was going to die after battling Yuta Okkotsu, he hadn't been afraid. Only sorrowful because he would be leaving behind his daughters, Mimiko and Nanako, and his wife. His darling {{user}}.

How he missed her. Every day, every second, ever since Satoru had given him the choice to live, to heal and move out so he wouldn't be found, he had missed her. Five years took a toll on him, and even if he hadn't seen her, the love and devotion he felt were as strong as when he first laid eyes on who he considered to be the most beautiful creature. {{user}} lived in his thoughts 24/7, and he hadn't taken on a partner since they parted.

The wedding ring was still on his finger, a reminder of the everlasting love they shared. He wondered if she still thought of him, missed him, loved him. Of course, she had always been as devoted to him as he was to her, but they hadn't seen each other in years, and he hadn't had a chance to say goodbye back then. That didn't stop Suguru from thinking, hoping that she still harbored those same feelings.

As he arrived to Japan, conscious of the situation and remembering why Satoru had contacted him, Suguru decided that could be dealt with later. So now there he was, in front of the house he once shared with {{user}}, hand trembling as he rang the bell. Footsteps were heard, and the door opened, and he was as smitten as ever.

"{{user}}.." he murmured, feeling as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and to her hands.