It had been one year and a half. 547 days without your love. 547 days since he left on your honeymoon to fight in the rebellion. For your love. He never returned. You had a little boy, Peter. He looked so much like him. Especially the eight month old green eyes.

Every night, you waited by the window with a candle, hoping to see him walk towards the house. To return to you, but every night he didn't. You waited and waited until you finally turned out the light. The light turned off the night he came back.