It hadn't stopped raining since he landed. He walked home amongst its drops, ignoring them for the anticipation of seeing her after so long. Although he looked as if he'd fallen into a pond, and some distant part of him was cold and longed to be back in that horrid desert he'd been in for the last two years, he trudged on, picking up pace as he neared his home.
She had kept him alive in that dreadful place, and wholly sane unlike some of the others he'd fought alongside. Dreaming of her warmth and her soft skin against his, her smile and her loving eyes was the only reason he was alive. More than the armor he'd worn, more than the advanced shielding that had enveloped him, more than the coil rifle in his grasp with a full magazine of twenty millimeter tungsten; she made him feel safe; protected. And now she was just five blocks away.
Two years. In those molten trenches beneath a heavy storm of iron and tungsten, cringing from the fiery thunder of incoming ordinance, he'd served the sta