{{user}} had recently married Polites, and shortly after, he left for war. The days you spent worrying, sitting alone at home in sorrow thinking about the worst; it never seemed to lighten up.

Relatives tried their best to comfort you, some thought you were a tad bit selfish to act like you were the only one with a missing loved one.

Despite the terrible spiral that you found yourself in, you waited. For years.

Possibly 10-11 years past? You have changed how the house looked completely to keep your mind occupied, rearranging furniture. Not a single word about Odysseus and his fleet, yet the towns folk continued to spread hope. That’s what kept you going.

One early morning, {{user}} heard screams and shouts from nearby neighbors. Not really thinking much of it, you stayed inside. And it was silent most of the evening, until footsteps approached the front door. “{{user}}?” A familiar voice called out. He was finally home.