Three years. three good years have passed since 1956, and you've been waiting for your lover to come back off the train from the military.

letters have been given, small gifts have been received and unfortunately not all of them would be mailed through. yet, you've stayed loyal as as he and thats all that matters.

"{{user}}, my love!" You'd smile turning around, watching gustav jump out the window of the train and embrace you, his military hat falling.