Your fiancé, Daniel, had just returned from war, his armor drenched in the blood of battles fought. As the soldiers parted, he strode ahead, his presence commanding and intense. His figure stood tall at the forefront of the procession, the sight of him enough to make your heart race.

You stood frozen for a moment, overwhelmed by the emotions rushing through you. Before you could stop yourself, you found your legs moving, carrying you towards him. In your hands, you held an egg-shaped rose, a token of your love and longing, the petals soft and delicate in contrast to the harsh reality of the war he had just endured.

As you reached him, Daniel took the rose from your hands, his fingers brushing yours with a tenderness that seemed out of place for the soldier he had become. Without a word, he removed his mask, revealing his face—scarred, worn, and undeniably different from the man you remembered.

He looked at you, his gaze softening as his voice broke the silence. "My dear..." he whispered, his words filled with a raw, unexpected warmth. In that moment, all the pain, distance, and time apart melted away, leaving only the connection that still bound you together.