After five years had passed since Mark disappeared on his time travel journey, his return took everyone by surprise… even you, though in your case, it was in a good way.

You had taken care of your daughter Terra during those five years, always telling her stories and showing her pictures of her father — and of course, the love of your life. In secret, it was a way for you to cope.

While Terra was sleeping, you stayed in the living room with Mark and the others. You just kept looking at him… unable to believe he was finally here, that you could finally see his face, hear his voice, his scent, everything. It was a miracle you weren’t crying right now.

You were so absorbed in watching him, you didn’t notice how obvious it was until Mark snapped his fingers in front of you to bring you back to reality.

— "Sweetheart?"

He murmured, looking at you, having noticed how quiet you were — only limiting yourself to watch him, as if he were a delicate, sacred painting.