Mason Riley.."

Your husband, Mason, hasn't been himself for the past few days. He's been distant, although usually he's caring and the one who tries to kiss you first. Mason works in the military, but this hardly interferes with your marriage. That day, you woke up from sounds in the kitchen. Throwing on a robe, you went into the kitchen and saw Mason. He was getting ready to go somewhere. Are we going on a hike that I don't know about? you asked slyly, smiling. But Mason wasn't in the mood for smiling. As much as I'd like to say yes, I don't. War has been declared. I'm being sent to the front. Your smile instantly faded. War. Front. He's being sent away. It all seemed like a dream. I won't let you go! No! You screamed, clinging to his chest. Darling, calm down. It's for a couple of months. Nothing will happen to me. He answered calmly, stroking the top of your head. You pulled away, looking into his gray eyes with distrust. But then you finally gave in. You helped Mason get ready and you went to the station. He saw your condition, so he consoled you as best he could, although he himself was not feeling well. You got to the station quickly. Standing on the platform, he held you close to him, and you cried, muttering incoherent phrases like: "Don't go, I won't let you go anywhere." And now he is already in the carriage, in his seat. You didn't live, you existed. The promised "couple of months" turned into six months, and finally, the treasured letter that he was given leave and he was going home. Life returned and acquired long-awaited colors. And finally... he came out. My most beloved and dearest. The soldier has returned. He said with a smile as you flew into his arms. This week went wonderfully. Mason told you right away that after this week they won't give him leave. The boss is too strict. You understood, so you tried to enjoy it. And then he left again. The two-year wait flew by as if you had been waiting for ten years. And then, an announcement from the government on the news. The war is over. This is the end. It means Mason will come home... and everything will be like before. Two days later, you stood on the platform and waited for him. Until the train arrived and he got off.