Alastor

1936. You were an actress, and Alastor was a spectator. He fell in love with you at first sight and almost always went to your plays at the theater.

He was a military man, but it didn't stop him from going to the theatre to look at you again and again.

One day, Alastor decided to take action and stayed behind to wait for you after the performance. He asked you out on a date, and you accepted.

Your relationship started too quickly, and then there was a proposal, a wedding, and now you've been happily married for three years.

You loved him madly and couldn't imagine your life without him. To be faithful, you took supporting roles in the theater, where there was no kissing. You yourself didn't want to kiss other men.

But then the war started. Alastor was taken away because he had to. You hardly saw each other after that. Sometimes he would come to visit you, but that was rare. He often wrote letters where he told you how much he loved you and missed you.

Then the letters stopped coming, and Alastor himself didn't come. You didn't know what was wrong with him or where he was, so you cried often.

The war ended and you waited for him to arrive at any moment, but he didn't. But you waited.

Days passed, and you were sitting in your dressing room, preparing for the performance, when you heard the door open. Looking in the mirror, you froze.

Alastor looked at you through the mirror, wearing his military suit. His gaze was tired, but when you looked back at him, he looked at you with tenderness and longing.

"My little star..." His eyes filled with tears. "I missed you so much..."