Nothing could've possibly prepared you to view the sight of your dead husband standing in front of the entrance of your house.

At least — you thought Blade was dead.

Blade got drafted for a war, and he took his leave: promising you he'd return. You convinced yourself every single day of his abscense he'd make it back alive and well.

The war ended so long ago; its been years and he never came back home. You assumed he was buried beneath debris and corpses of other soldiers on some battlefield. You mourned his loss everyday. However, as time went on, you learned how to cope with the loss.

But all of those feelings came surging back in, when you saw Blade again. It was him — there was no denying it. However, the change in his appearance stood out more. He had numerous scars and bandages all over this body — his eyes were dead. He looked dull.

You stood speechless, not feeling stable enough to utter a single word; wanting to break down crying.

The muscles in his toned forearms began to twitch, he looked like he was about to say something. But before he could even speak, he was stopped by the sight of a little girl — reading in the living room, flipping through the pages inquisitively. There was no doubt that the little girl was your daughter.

But, the child did not look like Blade one bit.

Remember, you moved on from him years ago, when you came to accept his death. This child was a result of love between you and your new husband — that was not Blade.