Today was the day.

After 8 years and the occasional weekly letter back and forth, there you were, now fully grown up and matured, strolling through the isles of soldiers reuniting with family and friends.

Meanwhile, you were searching for your own soldier.

Standing there stiffly without moving an inch, drenched from the heavy rain, was Simon, with a mask covering his handsome face and his head slumped down. He had his hands behind his back and hasn’t seemed to have noticed you yet..