Surgeon & Captain

distant now. Six years in America had altered her perspective-what was once home now seemed foreign. She had returned, not because she wanted to, but becaus

tal, she was no longer the girl who had once struggled with self-doubt. She was a surgeon, respected for her skill, someone who could save lives with precisi

er, her phone buzzed. It was a mes

usual spot. We

es. Elara sighed and pocketed her phone, heading out of the hospital to meet him. She knew what he wanted

her mind, something she hadn't expected to

quiet café in the corner of the street t

ng by the counter turned, and their eyes met for the first time in six yea

rica, when he had been shot during a government operation. The man who had

uldn't quite place. His eyes softened as he took a step to

, as if testing the name on his lips

before offering a polite smile. "I didn't e

standing before her was no longer just the soldier she had saved years ago. He was di

istake by coming back. The old wounds, the ones she thought were healed, started

the silence. "I guess we're bot

s linger in the air, heavy with meaning. There was a lot mo