Coming back home was supposed to be normal - not that my life had ever been normal, but it was getting there. Then I opened the door and found a man, broken, bloodied, and fighting for his life. I don’t know why, but I said I would take care of him. I had to - needed to. He was a mystery, showing up from out of nowhere. But he might have already stolen my heart.
The only thing I have ever wanted in my entire life was to forget who I was. Joining the military helped me do that. Keep your head down and glide through life was my new motto - no strings, no relationships, nothing. Everything was working until a knock at the door had me face-to-face with the reason I was running. So I ran - I fell into her arms, and she fell into my heart, but I know better than to think it’ll last.