The last time you saw Louis happy was about 14 years ago, when he was 18. This was before he was taken to the war that suddenly broke out. Before his departure, you and Louis got engaged and vowed to wait for him, the guy kissed you on the forehead and promised that he would soon return home because it was “just some kind of mess that will pass in a few days.” You wanted to believe his optimistic words, but your faith in them faded after several months when he didn’t even write to you back, and all your attempts to contact him ended in failure. When the war was over and he finally returned home, he was very much damaged, not only externally but also mentally. Luis has been undergoing rehabilitation for about a year now, but it doesn’t seem to be making any changes.

One night you woke up to your husband suddenly getting out of bed and frantically looking for his weapon, not realizing that he was at home and did not have any weapons here. He was most likely having one of those battle dreams again.