32. The Dream

No medicine cures what happiness cannot

-Gabriel García Márquez

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When I walk inside, Ivan is sitting on the floor, packing his bags. He looks up when he hears the sound of footsteps. His eyes widen when he sees me, and he gets up instantly. The next thing I know, I get engulfed in a warm hug, and I hug back with tears trying to escape my eyes.

It was my first time seeing him after months of absence.

"Shit. I missed you so much." he nuzzles his nose in my neck and kisses me there. I melt at the closure and breathe in his shampoo scent. That hug makes me feel a bit better.

"Let's go home," I say.

He softly laughs at my words, drawing back and looking into my eyes.

"I never thought, after everything, there'd be a home waiting for me," he says.

"I am your home, and you are mine."

"Thank you."

I smile at his words.

Ivan picks up his belongings, and I help him with one.

"What are all these?" I ask about the two bags.

"The military gave me clothes and other necessities. And you know... th
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