The dark shining night sea, the softly blowing wind, the stars twinkling in the ink-black sky, the sound of waves quietly crashing and dispersing, the scent of midsummer roses fluttering in the breeze, and Hugo's confession that was like unfolding flower petals – all came back faintly. The memories from just last summer felt as distant as if they were from a very long time ago.
So, I miss him.
I wonder if he misses me too.
I wonder if he might come to see me.
While having such unreasonably selfish thoughts, three days passed by like an arrow.
***
Christmas Eve evening, spent alone.
No one had come to see Winter for the past three days. It was natural. She hadn't told anyone that she had come down to Jeju.
From the second day, she had been spending most of her time with her phone turned off. It was because she felt pathetic for constantly checking her phone, anxiously wondering if Hugo might have contacted her.
