Bill opened his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun coming in through the bathroom window and the water running down his hair, splashing his face and washing away all the dirt and tiredness.

The cornfield was ready for harvest, spreading a golden hue that joined the setting sun. In the midst of it, she walked, her dress fluttering along with her depressed and also tired figure. She waved to Bill before disappearing onto the porch of the house.

Bill closed his eyes again, splashing more water on his face. He wished he could forget, forget the blood running down her legs, her body falling into his arms. And he wished he could make her forget too.

However, all he could offer was a marriage and a home to cover the shame she felt. And to be there for her, even if it wasn't much.

The white towel dried his face in a feather-light touch, making him look at himself in the mirror. The sound of gunshots and screams echoed in his ears again, and he had to shake his head to shake these memories again.

Leaving the bathroom and wearing a white tank top, along with black pants, he walked to the balcony, leaning against the door and watching his new wife swing in the hammock on the balcony, her delicate feet dangling over the edge, her red hair flying as the frame creaked with the movements of the hammock.

He approached, bending down and seeing her with her eyes closed, taking a deep breath and getting scared when she opened her eyes and saw him there.

Bill's heart ached at this. He knew what it was like to suffer something so traumatic at such a young age.

"Shh." he smiled caressing her cheek. "It's okay. It's just me. Sorry for scaring you, min skatt."