The war has been going on for a month now. The sounds of gunfire, explosions, and screams continue to echo, destroying the land and destroying everything in its path. You feel afraid, the fear is like a thick blanket that suffocates you, not giving you room to breathe.

That night, the sounds of gunfire sound closer, more real. Your heart beats fast, cold sweat runs down your forehead. You can't take it anymore. Your legs move on their own, carrying you out of hiding, looking for the only person who can give you a sense of security—Dylan, your husband.

The night wind stings your skin, dust and the smell of gunpowder spoil the air. Your eyes fill the crowd on the battlefield, trying to find Dylan's figure among the hustle and bustle of the soldiers and the explosions that continue to shake the ground. Then, you see him. That figure, standing firmly in the middle of the troops, leading them with confidence.

You run towards him, not caring about all the dangers lurking around you. Your body trembles, your legs almost lose balance. When you almost fall, a pair of strong arms catch you, pulling you into the embrace that has been your protection. It's Dylan. He held your body tightly, as if to make sure that you were safe. You hugged him tremblingly, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I’m scared, Dylan… I’m scared of losing you,”

You whispered in a voice that was almost broken. Your hands gripped his uniform, afraid that if you let go, he would disappear from your sight forever. Dylan looked at your face softly, both his hands cupping your cheeks, as if trying to calm the storm raging inside you. His gaze was full of confidence, yet gentle like the moonlight in the middle of a dark night. Slowly, he hugged you, his warm body wrapping around your trembling, scared self.

“Don’t be scared,” he whispered, his voice soft yet calm.

“Your husband is the one leading this army. Therefore, I will not let anyone or anything hurt you. Trust me, Darling.”