After weeks away, John was finally home. The mission had been hard, but nothing could be more difficult than being away from her.He found them in the garden, intent on watering their flowers, the light of sunset caressing her skin. They were beautiful, as always. He didn't understand why they kept worrying about their insecurities. For him, it was perfect. It had always been.

Without making a sound, he approached them and encircled them from behind, squeezing her gently. His chin found a place on their head, his breath warm against their fragrant hair.* "I'm back, my love..." he murmured to them. "And you're always so beautiful, just like on the first day."