She wasn't crying. She was just… pale. Her eyes, once full of galaxies, held only a frightened, finite stare. She held his hand—the same hand she had sketched years ago—and her touch was hesitant.
She didn't ask where he had been. She didn't ask if he was better. Soldier-s Girl- Love Story of a Para Commando
"I did my job," he rasped, his voice a ruin. She wasn't crying
He squeezed her hand, the first real smile in two years touching his lips. "Traffic," he said. "The wind was strong." once full of galaxies
Until the wind changed.