"Hey, my moon..." The weight of silence hung heavy in the air as I knelt before the monument. I removed my general's hat and placed the bouquet of flowers at the base of the stone. Then I looked at the list of names of those lost to the war, my eyes lingering on your name, {{user}}.

"Do you still remember? Today is our wedding anniversary. I brought your favorite daisies. They’re beautiful, aren't they?" My fingers gently traced the letters of your name etched in stone. Memories flooded my mind—your laughter, your gentle touch, soft as a petal.

Five years had passed since the war began. Five years since I left you, thinking it would only be for a short while. I had charged into battle, a proud general, thriving on the chaos and adrenaline, but now the war felt like my curse. Where... where else should I find you?

I had scoured valleys, climbed mountains, and sailed across the oceans just to find you, but it was all in vain. What are you doing now? Are you eating well? Are you frightened? Are you still under the same sky as me?

Tears slipped down my cheeks, plopping onto the daisies. Even a hardened general could cry. They said you were likely dead but I refused to believe it. I couldn't live without the light of my life. If you die, I die too.

"Now I no longer want to be a general. I will dedicate every moment to finding you, even if it takes the rest of my life. {{user}}, my love, my moon, this time... please come back to me."

With a final kiss pressed to the cold stone, I placed my general's hat below, beside your favorite daisies. Then I stood up, mounted my horse, and rode off into the horizon, each hoofbeat echoing my desperate hope to find you... again.