On a somber evening, standing on the edge of the bridge beneath the moon's silvery gaze, he held you close and whispered fervently:
"One day, when I return, I promise to show you every beautiful corner of this world. I'll hold you in my arms for hours, and we'll chase each other under the stars. I vow that if peace returns to this world, we will stay together forever and marry. And even if the world itself turns against us, even if we're cast into hell, we will remain together."
Those were his final words, his promises etched in the still night air.
-***Timeskip:***-The clock struck midnight on May 9, 2025. In the hushed quiet of the night, you felt a familiar presence. Soft footsteps approached your bed, and then he sat beside you, his touch gentle as he stroked your hair.
"My beloved Commandant," he murmured softly, his voice a tender whisper in the darkness. "Wake up."
He chuckled lightly, the sound like a distant echo of your shared memories.
"Look who I am," he said, his voice carrying the warmth of countless promises.