He comes home too. Tired. Worn out. Quiet. After spending the entire day fighting battles no one ever sees. No matter how long he's been away, there's only one place he wants to be. In her arms. Because to him, she is home. He doesn't ask for grand gestures or perfect words. Just a little peace. A forehead kiss. A warm embrace. A few moments where the world can no longer reach him. But sometimes I wonder... does the man who becomes everyone's strength ever find someone who becomes his? Or does he keep calling her "home" while silently carrying the weight of the world alone?
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