He refrained from immediately calling June after taking his monthly leave, worried that he was unsure if he still felt as strongly about her as he did before coming to the frontlines.
Letting out a breath, he didn't stay indecisive for long and connected their private Longread. Soon, an illusory figure appeared in his mind, the light twisting into a form he was so familiar with. She had just come out of a fresh bath, a soft white nightgown draped over her full figure.
Just looking at her, his heart shook, and he put all his doubts to rest.
"Hey," he was the first to break the silence.
June said nothing for a long moment, examining him. "You look different," she said.
"You look beautiful," he replied.
Her ears turned red from the compliment. "It's been four days since you called," she said. "So it's forty-eight days for you... Took some time to remember, huh..."
