Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Every night, Ayla would stare at her phone, waiting for a message, a call—anything.
Then, one day, a letter arrived.
"Ayla,
There are moments in war when a man questions everything. The blood, the violence, the purpose. But then I close my eyes and think of you. You are the peace in my chaos. If I make it out of this, know that I will come back to you. If I don't… just know that I loved you, even when I couldn't say it.
– Zayan"
Tears blurred her vision. She held the letter close to her chest, praying that he would survive, that fate wouldn't be so cruel.