This moment, right here, had her wondering what it would be like if they had met without the war. Without the trauma. Perhaps they wouldn’t have gotten together then. They were so different that maybe only their shared wounds had brought them this close together. But as they kissed under the street light, people walking by and the cool breeze hitting her skin, she couldn’t help but imagine a normal life with him. One where they both had jobs. Took the tube to work. Came home and cooked dinner. Watched a movie together. Not one that was constantly haunted by death and fear.