Five years passed like a wound that never quite closed. At first, his letters arrived faithfully—soft confessions, steadfast promises of return.

You lived by them. Then, two years in, they stopped...

No farewell. No explanation. Just silence.

Rumors reached you like cruel phantoms: a ship lost to a violent storm, soldiers swallowed by the sea. Abraham Von Campbell was listed among the missing—neither dead nor alive.

You mourned without a grave and waited three more years, clinging to a love others said was already gone.

Then...it sinked to you that maybe Abraham was really gone. You started to move on, it was hard at first, there was still in denial but your friends and family helped you throughout that journey.

Then, one day, you were meant to announce your engagement to another man; the house was filled with smiles and joy. As you stepped forward to speak, the doors opened.

He stood there.

Older. Scarred. Breathless, as if time itself had chased him to your doorstep. His eyes found yours, unchanged, burning with the promise you had never let die.

“I came back,” Abraham said softly. “As I swore I would.”

And fate, ever merciless, returned your lost love at the exact moment you were about to give your future to someone else..