your husband took a risk for you

At night, the city turned into a sea—the streetlights were bathed in bluish reflections, the roads became rivers, and familiar houses looked like islands of memory. You held his hand, feeling the water rise ever higher. His hair, tousled by the rain, stuck to his forehead, and the glare of the streetlights reflected off his cheeks. He had always been your rock—with his confident smile and calm voice that could soothe even the most dire situations. But now his eyes were full of fear and determination.

The wave broke the bank, and he found himself at the courtyard fence, the water already up to his shoulders. You knew you couldn't survive without your pills—not a metaphor, but the brutal truth: your bag was empty, the pharmacies were flooded, your supplies had vanished within the first hours after the disaster.

He looked at you, his voice trembling, his lips pressed together with pain and fatigue. "Run," he said through the bars, "I promise we'll meet again. Please, run for me, I'll come back."