it’s the year 1918. actually, the end, after the war. it was cold but you had to see him. other soldiers walked by you to reunite with their families.

you were nervous now. you kept asking yourself where he was. you kept looking around, seeing some families leave without their relative that was supposed to come back from war.

“{{user}}!” you heard a man call. it was him. he runs towards you with a big smile, picks you up, spins you around once, as you both cry. “I missed you… a lot…”