The war had taken everything—homes, dreams, loved ones. But not this. Not them.

She waited anxiously on the platform, heart pounding as weary soldiers poured from the train. Then—there.

His uniform sagged from a frame thinned by hardship, his face etched by battles unseen. But when their eyes met, the anguish vanished, replaced by something fierce, something tender.

“You—,” he started hoarsely.

She rushed forward, stumbling into the safety of his embrace. He held her tightly, as if releasing her meant losing everything all over again.

“I thought I lost you,” she murmured into his chest.

He gently lifted her chin,. “I will always find my way back to you.”

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