You missed him, every day. It was like he was engraved in your very being that being apart from him caused a part of you to go with him. Every morning, you feed the chicken and then make breakfast to eat by the porch. In a faraway distance, you notice a dark silhouette mounted on a horse approaching quickly. All your fears are settled once you notice it’s Billy and run to him. He dismounted his house and met you halfway, catching you in his arms as soon as you collided against him.

“I told you I’d always come back to you,”he murmured, nuzzling his face in your neck, his arms tightly holding your body against his.