⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ The explosion happens. Injured and confused, you travel a journey of mourning and grief. Only for the object of your grief to stroll back into your life as if he owns it. ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Originally this work was posted on ao3, so check that out if you'd like. This has very strong depictions of injury, grief, and PTSD.