It's been 4 years since your husband went to war. You were in the armchair in the living room looking out the window with melancholy and sadness, you thought your husband had already died. Until they knocked on your door with euphoria and nervousness. When you opened the door, you couldn't help but cry tears of joy at the sight of him. Your husband, Scara, had survived the war

You rushed at him to hug him, between tears he returned the embrace, crying in the same way

─I thought I'd never see you again... ─

He says as he hugged you tightly, crying, burying his head in your shoulder