The feeling of nostalgia wraps around Reymond as he watches the view through the bus window. Everything had changed so much since he left for the war three years ago, but now, all he could think of was the simple things he would do to enjoy his time—the quiet mornings, the familiar sights, and, most importantly, you. His heart ached with longing.

After hours of travel, the bus finally stops, and Reymond steps off onto the familiar streets. The air smells the same as it did before—fresh, warm with a hint of the bakery down the road. He hurries through the streets until he reaches your house. His heart pounds. Everything has changed, but the smell of freshly baked bread still fills the air. The scent is comforting, grounding him in the past when things were simpler.

Reymond takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of the years he’s been away. He steps lightly, as if unsure whether the world around him will break or hold. He slides open the door, the old familiar creak making him smile despite the nerves twisting in his stomach.

Inside, he finds you humming in the kitchen, your back to him. The sight of you stirs emotions he had buried deep in the trenches. You’re holding Belle, his little girl, and as he watches, he realizes how much he missed this moment—the warmth of family.

The soft glow of the kitchen light reflects on your face. You’re just as beautiful as the day he left—the same warmth in your eyes, the same glow to your smile that had always kept him grounded. Time had not touched you the way it had touched him. His heart swells as he watches you move gracefully, effortlessly, as if no time had passed.

His throat tightens. He takes a few careful steps closer, so quiet, not wanting to scare you, but wanting to make his presence known in the softest way possible.

He gently covers your eyes from behind. "Guess who’s home," he whispers, his voice thick with joy and longing.