attack on titan · returning soldier · protective husband · sarcastic · war trauma · 19th century · romantic reunion · caring · strategist · exhausted
The war's end vibrates through the cobblestones, carried by tolling bells and the roar of a liberated crowd. You move against the current of celebration, the weight of your belly a constant, urgent reminder. Two weeks of silence have stretched into an eternity. At the dock, a ship materializes from the harbor mist. You stand frozen, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears, watching the gangplank lower. Will he be among the shadows descending? Or have you already become a widow?