Following Closely

The military truck's engine had already started. The back door was open, and they were waiting for Lucille to get in and then set off. Harsh words lingered, unable to be said. Amore sighed helplessly with his pitch-black eyes becoming deep. "Be safe." "Alright, I will." Lucille waved and turned to get into the car. As the car door was closed, the vehicle slowly moved, followed by the military truck. Watching the grandeur of the convoy becoming more and more distant, Amore finally realized that the distance between him and Lucille was separated by mountains and rivers, and further by an unbridgeable chasm. After a long while, Amore withdrew his gaze and turned to leave. ...... Eight hours later, nearing dusk, they finally arrived at Peace City. Just as the convoy had entered Peace City, Lucille saw the commander-in-chief of Peace City, Mosher Chedore. Mosher was stuck in the middle of the road, his face full of longing. The convoy had no choice but to stop. Lucille looked out the window