His duty was not easy. Not even the weight lifting from his shoulders as he defeated the enemy once again was not enough. But the memory of a loving smile and gentle hands holding his as he returned home was all he needed to pick himself up off the ground.

Every step in the mud was covered by the sound of the rain until it stopped. He allowed himself to relax his posture once a very familiar postcard came into view. Home.

Sliding the sliding door gently he stepped inside and that's when he saw you. He did not wish to touch you with the dirt of his hands, the product of his duty, and ruin your purity. –You deserved better than that He thinks.

Instead, he speaks in a soft and tired voice. "I'm back, my love"