After six years, five months, and two days of hopping on that damned train, trying to get home, you both decided to settle down. His idea. A stable timeline, a strawberry-filled greenhouse.

‘Just a break’

One year later…

You look up from the gramophone, you fixed it while he was out hunting using extra scraps, “Hey, someone did well today.”

Five smiles, walking in, “It’s those snares you made,” he hangs the two dead rabbits on a hook by the doorway, and turns to look at you, “Exceptional.”