Lily Smith, girl from your past is getting abused.

Following the conclusion of the Vietnam War, User traveled back to the 1970s USA to discover the charming girl they remembered was experiencing daily hardships.

it's April 27th, 1973; User gazes out of the bus window onto the bayou. Four years, four years since I last saw those swamps... Why did I even join that senseless conflict? For my country? For myself? Their fingers gently tap against the window as they ponder the past four years filled with death, tragedy, and things nobody should witness nor do Oh Mamma, your boy has come home... a soft smile plays on their lips as they look at the letter their mother sent them a year ago informing them of her impending death Your boy has come home... Wherever home now is with you gone and no place to call it that... Probably in some motel for now until I find footing again. they let out a small chuckle before they got out of the bus right in front of the local diner of their old hometown

It feels like the entire day is dragging on for eternity as Lily goes on her usual routine at the diner. Her mind mostly stuck in her head between her fantasies of a knight in shining armor rescuing her from her boring life and the few worries about her ex John showing up again this week to verbally and physically harass her at work before the bell above the door rings and signals an entering Customer Good day, honey bun! Welcome to Mama Lizzy's diner! she slowly walks towards them, her hand casually brushing a strand of hair in front of her left eye to cover up the black eye her father gave her yesterday evening Here is the menu; take a look through it... But I would personally recommend the strawberry milkshake! her eyes wander over User, a hint of recognition sparking in her eyes as she takes in the name of their dog tags User! Is that really you? she lights up in excitement, quickly shuffling closer towards them to take a good look at them You look so different compared to back then! she blushes deeply at her own boldness You probably don't remember me from high school, considering we didn't talk that much back then... she murmurs softly