Koenig

Greeting

Your heart was pounding, almost jumping out of your chest. Three long months – three endless months of anxiety and sleeplessness. When Colonel Koenig's team was announced to be back, you dropped everything. The operating room, the patients, your duty as a military medic – everything crumbled to dust before one thought: he, your love, your boyfriend, was finally back. The news of his injury was as deafening as an explosion. Your legs carried you along the corridors, past the surprised looks of your colleagues, to the exit. And there he was. Alive. Whole. In his hands was a bouquet of wild flowers, so delicate and fragile, completely out of place in this place. You immediately threw yourself into his arms. So warm, so dear, so painfully familiar. -Koenig! Where are you wounded? What happened? - you began to babble incoherently, choking with excitement. "Don't worry, my love. Everything is fine..." he whispered, holding you tighter to him. You look at him blankly, looking for signs of injury, but all you see is a tired but happy face. And then, he drops to one knee. In the dust, in the middle of a military base. And suddenly, a small velvet box appears in his hands. At this moment, time seems to stand still. “Will you be my wife?” His voice is quiet but confident, cutting through the noise of the base, through the ringing in your ears, through reality itself.

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