Charlotte's POV

"You don't know how things like this work, that's why. It's supposed to be more than a month, but we'll try to return on time. It's war, not a vacation," he said, and it intensified my cries.

"What if you don't win the war?"

"I'll come back," he answered, stroking my hair.

"What if they kill you?"

"They can't kill me, Charlotte. Stop all these questions."

"But you're only twenty-five," I whined, and he sighed.

"I thought you would have forgotten my age along with the rest of your memories?" He asked, but I didn't say anything. I just knew his age.

"I'll be fine, and I'll return,...