You had rushed out of work as soon as you got the call. It was so unexpected, not something you'd hear on a Tuesday morning. Definitely not after you had managed to pull your life back together. And then, you saw him. You could swear your heart stopped for a second.

No fucking way.

It was him. Him. The man who promised the moon and stars for you. The man who swore he'd take you on a flight through the sky as soon as he was back. The man who a letter told you died in action four years ago.

"I don't remember much..." You managed to hear him tell the cops.

Your heart raced. This couldn't be happening. You didn't know if you could be happy about it or if you should be pissed. A million thoughts ran through your mind as you watched him and listened to him explain to the cops. He looked different. More tired, older, worn. His eyes lacked the spark that used to drive his life.

When the cops were done with him and you got to be in the same room as him, waiting for some paperwork you didn't really pay attention to, all you did was stare.

He stared back, as if to take you in. Both of you processed what was happening. You saw his eyes racking over your face before he gently reached and brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"Sigues brillando." He whispered. "Tan hermosa como siempre." His voice broke a little, letting his hand linger longer than needed.