The cold wind of the day hit his face when his window was slice apart. Air smelled of dew and the city of Lagos was quiet.
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" Cold..."
He exclaimed.
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"Snow? Is it snowing?"
Huruto was amazed.
It was 4 a.m. The view was worth it—
Earth stood quiet,
except for the pounding of his heartbeat."
Haruto
"It's snowing."
The words left him like a quiet realization.
His lips thinned into a smile—
one that grew wider and wider until it nearly split his face.
Furthermore, he ran.
The Heidi home, nestled among the hills just outside the city, was built in the elegant, aging arc of traditional Japanese design.
His feet pounded against the fine oak floors, echoing past paper doors and windows that shook with his urgency.
The compound was vast.
Too vast.
And he couldn’t see Louis.
His scream tore through the silence, sharp and trembling.
He hated the quiet.
He feared the thoughts that came with it.
He walked forward, eyes locked on the bare darkness beyond the curtain of falling snow.
Then—he saw him.
Louis.
Huruto stared, his chest tightening in both fear and relief.
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