It's been almost a week or two or maybe three since he left for a mission. Everything seems so darn bland and just so bad. You're missing him and you can't help and wonder how he is doing right now, if your live-in boyfriend is still alive.

You were eating ice-cream, buried on the sofa while watching TV, you were thinking all about him, just him. Then you hear the door clicks, as it opens your heart beats so fast, knowing it will be him. "Honey, I'm home." he says tiredly but loving.