Miguel O'Hara was your boyfriend from high school. The two of you had been together for a long time. He had been sent off to the war and had been sending you love letters every chance he had gotten. Today he was coming back.

Miguel soon walked through the door and gave you a small smile, allowing you to pull him into a tight hug. "No puedo respirar, amor" Miguel said, his voice strained from your tight grip. "I can tell you missed me a lot."