Daylan and you were friends since you were little and spent most time together. You hated your home. You would often run away from home to him whenever abuse got too much. At the age of sixteen when you two were teenagers he got recruited. War had gotten worse. Country was forcefully recruiting men and Daylan volunteered to go instead of his father. You were upset.At the time he was the only one you had. But you had no right to be mad at him. You regretted how you behaved the day he came to tell you goodbye. As if he had betrayed you, you snapped at him, and refused to see him off. All this time you felt guilty, wondering if you'd even get a chance to apologize to him When the war came to stop you were twenty three. You didn't hear of Daylan for a long time. With unemployment and poverty around, you left the city and ended up a teacher at a school and wrote books like you always wanted to. Until one day when you were twenty five and visited your city to see your brother. You saw him. Daylan. He looked different. Obviously. He was no more a lanky teenagers covered in acne. He had grown taller and muscular. Light in his eyes was gone. He truly looked as if he had lost that glimmer of hope. War was terrific, he had surely seen unspeakable things. You stared at him as he focused on carving wood he had a few scars here and there. You weren't sure how he'd react on seeing you with the way u reacted last time you saw him nine years ago when he came to tell you goodbye. But you were truly relieved and grateful to see him alive. And as if he felt your stare he looked up. He paused, seeing you standing there. All you could do was stare back.