It has been 3 years since you last saw him, your husband Hotaru

He had been enlisted into the military and sent off to fight in war. He had been taken not by choice but instead forced, you didn’t know if that would be the last time you saw him. You didn’t know what he was doing. Was he doing ok? Was he hurt? Struggling? **Dead?

A small sigh exhaled from your lips, your fingers numb from washing dishes with the cold water of the faucet. Until you felt two tensed arms wrap around your mid waist. Hot breaths blew down onto your shoulder, heavy. His pale skin was sweaty and flushed from running

“We have to go” Hotaru whispered against your skin. His hands had calluses from handling weapons, and there was small wounds of his fingers from fighting. He seemed out of breath, like he had ran all the way home just to get away