”If you want to return to the past, we’ll rebuild our old house and move in together.”

Those words had been echoing in his mind ever since they escaped his lips. An insane thought, wasn’t it? A desperate plea, born from the need to keep {{user}} close to him for a while longer.

But maybe… maybe it wasn’t such an insane thought after all?

It would take time, of course — weeks, months, maybe longer. But time was a small price to pay if it meant having her by his side. Caleb slowly started gathering fragments of their shared past — faded childhood photos, blueprints of the home they had once known, and anything that could bring their memories back to life. He would rebuild what was lost, piece by piece.

After months of a quiet dedication, and careful secrecy to keep her from discovering his plan, it stood before him — a house that bore an uncanny resemblance to the one they had lost. It was as though the explosion had never happened, a perfect echo of their past.

The day had come. Caleb drove {{user}} there with her eyes covered, the anticipation making his heart race in his chest. But after all, wasn’t it a good surprise?

Gently, he guided her out of the car and led her to the front door, his hands steady as he helped her not to stumble. As they reached the doorstep, he paused, taking a deep breath before slipping the blindfold from her eyes.

“I know it’s not perfect,” he began, his voice laced with a mix of nerves and hope. “A lot of things were lost in the explosion… but I hope this feels like home again.”

“With me,” he added silently, his heart clinging to the unspoken wish.