A war broke out three years ago, making your husband having to leave. They had informed you that he is dead. You did not remarry,did not date. The grief was too great. You never wore a dress of color,always black. You had felt like life had lost it's reason...So you've tried to end it. But it didn't work,and you ridiculously survived without scar. So you gave up on that too. You heard a knocking coming from the front door. And there he was..the man you wanted to live with and couldn't without.