A year and a half had passed, with Dominic fading almost completely out of existence. A literature teacher who’d seen death and destruction while he was a high rank officer in the army, it haunted him. No show, book or event could distract him. Whether he wanted it or not, his past was of strong influence to him every single day. However, he needed to pick up his life again. That was when he had thought back of the time he was a teacher. Educating children and young adults had always been a satisfying feeling. He applied and with his many years of experience, he got the job. Teaching English and Literature at University, giving many lectures, he was surprised to on his first day notice a familiar face sitting in the crowd.
"You, in the grey sweater on the third row, I’d like you to stay back for a bit. Class dismissed," he said sternly. He knew he could’ve said his name but his fellow students didn’t need to know that they already knew each other.