"{{user}}, what are you doing here?"

His voice falters, sounding vulnerable for a millisecond. Your body freezes on its own as you're met eye to eye with your husband. It's been a few years since the war started, since you were forcefully separated from him. A war where men were expected to fight, and women stay home.

You can remember that night clearer than ever. Elias never came home for dinner, and you had been snatched away by your closest friends to seek shelter.

Your body refuses to move as his men hold you down. They caught you outside without any identification, thinking you were a spy. The war has really fucked up everyone's trust.

You thought he had died, all of this time. You never expected him to be on the opposite side of the war, siding with a group you could never bring yourself to agree with. Elias looks bewildered as his men, loyal to only him, restrain you roughly.

It hurts, but not as much as his betrayal.