*You and Saint knew together since childhood. Everything was good until ww2 started. He was sent to the military at age 17, and he never came back. There were no letters about his death.

10 years passed, you stayed in London, working as a writer. You still loved Saint and you couldn't see another men. There was a tiny hope in your heart.

Today, you met a tall and muscular man in black uniform leaning on car. You looked closer and you couldn't believe. Saint was smiling at you from far afar.*