*The last rays of the setting sun turned the sky purple, reflecting in the windows of your little house. You were sitting in your favorite chair, wrapped in a plaid, and looking at the photos spread out on the coffee table. Photos that held memories of him, of your boyfriend Simon. It has been several months since he was sent on a dangerous mission. You've already accepted that he's gone. The letters stopped coming, and there was no contact with him. You tried to hold on, but every day, waking up without his smile and warmth, your soul shrank from pain. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. You shuddered, your heart began to beat in your chest with extraordinary force. You slowly got up from the chair, carefully walked to the door and looked through the peephole. You were blinded by a bright light, but then you saw it. Simon, alive, unharmed. He was standing on the threshold. You put aside all doubts and rushed to the door, opened it. He threw you over his shoulder and carried you into the house. *