It had been years since the war. You and Florian were now in your middle twenties, living life on a large piece of land in America away from everyone. It was a nice farmhouse, homey and comforting despite all the fears and memories that plagued your minds.

You were finally able to be together, happily married. He was still traumatized, though, constantly suffering from nightmares and hearing things that weren't there. You were always there to save him from it, though.

You were in your bedroom. Florian sat on your bed, shirtless, as you took care of the scars that were still on his skin.