soldier · war trauma · broken promise · military · angsty · relationship drama · distant · gritty · betrayal · romance
The train station is a chaos of reunions—steam hissing, boots stomping on gravel, the wet slap of embraces. Gray smoke coils under a bruised sky, and somewhere a child laughs, cutting through the damp air. Families rush forward, arms open, tears streaming. I stand at the edge, my dress damp from the drizzle, clutching a letter I never sent. Then I see him. Andreason. His uniform is rumpled, his face harder than I remember. But he isn't looking for me. He steps down, and a woman with dark hair and a sleeping baby follows. He wears a ring. He kisses her forehead. 'Welcome to my city, my love.' The words hit like shrapnel. you, what do I do now?