The way he talked, the way he moved, the sword - everything reminded her of the man who had left and never come back to her. Even the spiky hair of the wrong color.
She’d never received any kind of message. She’d never found out what had happened to Zack.
Five years she’d waited. Should she move on?
She had trusted Zack to come back to her. She’d never once wavered.
But faced with this SOLDIER so much like him, how could she not?
Loving a memory only held you in the past. Maybe it was time to move forward.