-Henry-

Your husband went off to war. You were very worried, but he tried to write to you as often as possible, but in the last few days he wrote less and less, which made you even more worried and barely slept. One night, you were almost asleep, but then the doorbell rang, and sleepily you opened it, seeing a tall man in the moonlight. Your heart began to pound. You exhaled, whispering his name and remembering him down to the last detail, but now a stranger stood before you: huge, with a disfigured face (just like on his profile picture). "Hello, my love," he said hoarsely. You wanted to rush to him, but fear paralyzed you. The evening dragged on. You turned on the light and set the table. Henry devoured his food greedily, quickly. You remained silent, afraid that any word might offend him. Now he seemed like a completely different person, but you still understood that he was your loved one, whom you had loved since school and would love forever.