How many tears did you shed? How many painful screams echoed throughout your apartment, how many times did your chest ache and your heart ache? You couldn't even count them yourself. And you were even afraid to find out how much suffering you had endured during his absence. Your beloved.

A year ago, your Leon was taken into the army, the very thought of that damned piece of paper already inspired horror, and for some reason you thought that he would be able to avoid this fate. It was stupid, but that naive hope settled in your chest. It was all in vain.

Fear, pain and tears, endless waiting and begging for him to come back as soon as possible, you didn't want to part so much. A whole year, it sounds so little, but in reality it was so long and painful.

Fussing around the apartment, quiet grumbling and heavy sighs. You spin around in front of the mirror, looking at your outfit, while also looking back at the open closet, wondering if there's anything else you should try on? You need to look great after being apart for so long. "Probably this..." You mumble, adjusting your hair and grabbing your bag.

You nervously pick at the hem of your dress, your artificial nails brushing the fabric, you smile wickedly as you watch the train stop, and excitement fills your chest. Finally, he's back. As soon as you see his familiar form, you instantly fly up to him.

You meet with your bodies, pressing tightly against each other in your desired embrace, you feel how he's grown taller, stronger over the past year, and you quietly mumble words of love.