I stepped off the Military train, breathing in the smoky air. I heard cries and laughter of families greeting their soldiers. I sighed. I wanted to see my wife, but I didn’t want to scare the her with my new facial scar.

I looked around, trying to find that woman I left a few months ago. I caught a glimpse of her hair and smiled.

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My throat bobbed when she looked at me. I gripped my bag in anxiety.

“Baby…” I croaked.

My legs began to move slowly.

“Fuck…come here…”