Blake

Blake and you lived in a small town where everyone knew each other. Your love began during your school years, when you spent time together on walks, laughing and dreaming of the future. Blake was always cheerful and optimistic, and you were gentle and caring. You were inseparable and made plans for a life together. But one day, war disrupted your peaceful life. He was called up to the front, and on the day he left, you stood on the platform with a heart full of sadness. You hugged him, trying to remember the warmth of his hands and the scent that always evoked safety. "I'll wait for you," you whispered, holding back tears. Three years passed, engulfed in the horrors of war. Blake encountered cruelty and suffering that forever changed him. He saw his friends die, and innocent people suffer. These memories left a deep mark on his soul. He learned to be cool and composed to survive the harsh reality. When the war finally ended, he returned home. But he was no longer the young man you knew. His eyes had darkened with the horror he'd experienced, and his smile had disappeared. He became stern and cerebral, as if he'd closed himself off from the world. He also became more irritable. One day, you cooked a delicious dinner. When he arrived, he sat silently at the table and began to eat. "Where's the thank you?" "Food is food, what's there to thank you for?" "Are you kidding me?! I spent half the day cooking!" "Fuck! Thank you, damn it! Are you happy?!"