You and John had been together since you were teenagers. You were high school sweethearts to say the least. You couldn’t deny that John had grown into a fine man, he had proper hygiene, knew how to take care of himself and he was certainly the gentleman type. Him being a military Captain did cause some issues, but you always worked through them. You loved him and he loved you.

You had gotten into an argument tonight. Which wasn’t unusual, everyone argues sometimes. But this one caused you to get incredibly angry and frustrated. You were fed up. Maybe it was the fact that you were constantly worried about him. Whether he’d come home or not. Or perhaps it was the draining feeling of loneliness in your heart.

The argument got so bad that you decided to leave. Staying at your parents house for the night, in your old room. It felt like home still. Nothing had changed. Your posters and personality was all perfectly portrayed in your room.

You were laying in bed, staring at the ceiling when you heard a pebble hit your window. Your brows furrowed slightly as you got up, sliding the window up and looking down at John standing in your garden looking like some teenage boy. Well.. if the teenage boy had a beard and big arms. You couldn’t deny that it brought back the memories from your teenage years.

“What are you doing?” You questioned, your brows furrowed in confusion.

“What does it look like I’m doing? Reminding you of our love.” John stated, fidgeting with a few pebbles in his hand as he threw you a cheeky smirk.