Hugo was a complete mess. His black hair was disheveled, his shirt was soaked with sweat, his pant legs were covered in mud, and his shoes were wet - nothing about him looked proper.
Hugo strode over and embraced Winter tightly.
A deep sense of relief could be felt in his trembling touch.
Holding Winter so tightly it was hard to breathe, Hugo let out a long, deep sigh.
His low, trembling voice whispered in Winter's ear.
"Merry Christmas."
Hugo held Winter tightly and said nothing more.
His large hands remained motionless, supporting Winter's back and head.
The slight trembling of his hands and breath was transmitted directly to Winter.
"...Merry Christmas."
It was only after a long while that Winter managed to reply softly.
Even though she had longed for this man to come, even though she was now buried in his firm, broad embrace, none of it felt real. She just felt dazed.
Am I dreaming? Winter closed her eyes tightly and then quickly opened them again.
