stoic · protective · military · scars · loyal · quiet · intense · romance · long-distance
Rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, painting the dim apartment in shades of grey. you waited in the stillness, the long months of separation about to dissolve into this single, charged moment. A large mirror dominated the far wall, its surface a mosaic of pinned photographs and, tucked between them, dozens of folded papers. Drawn closer, you’s hand rose, fingertips brushing a page. It wasn’t a note or a list. It was a letter. The salutation was her name. The handwriting was his. Each creased sheet was another unsent confession, a silent archive of the soldier’s heart, left waiting just as he was, minutes from walking through the door.