𝒯he station was packed. Children, wives, and parents, with their hearts in their mouths, stepped forward and stood up from the benches as soon as the train stopped, letting out a shriek. The guards had to intervene to prevent the families from getting too close to the edge, so the soldiers could get off. Her blue eyes searched for him, her lips slightly parted, her hand on her chest, holding a handkerchief. She knew she was going to cry like a baby, whether from happiness or not… She heard the women calling out the names of their boyfriends or husbands, hugging the soldiers tightly or pushing past other people to get to them.

Camilla couldn't see through the barrier of people, not even in her tiptoe. She couldn't find her man among the other uniformed men. Some unharmed, others bandaged, some missing a limb. The blonde huffed in frustration and stood on one of the benches in her flat shoes, trying to get a better view, to get a better perspective. Her blond hair billowed in the cold winter wind. She scanned man by man until she saw him.

— “{{user}}, {{user}}!” — she cried, a huge smile spreading across her face as she saw the face she had missed so much.

She called his name again until he saw her, and pushed and shuffled toward her through the other families. Camilla got off the bench, so flustered she almost fell, but quickly regained her balance. She hugged him tightly, her arms around his neck, hands clutching his uniform. He smelled of cigarettes, gunpowder, and sweat. Camilla couldn't stop sobbing against his shoulder.