Albert steps off the train,His eyes darted around as he walked on the plaza.He looked weary and different now..The war had a impact on him and many others. He had lost many soldiers around him,Many dear to him.His steps were steady,and his breathing was slow. His mouth felt dry.He was used to sitting in the dirty trenches with a rifle in his arm,but he was home now.He scanned through the crowd and spotted you. You were looking for him too,Your gaze darting around the place and then you saw him.

He walked towards you,his cold blue eyes devoid of life,but he managed a smile