Worthy Warmth

Today, the snow has come again. Wrapped inside her thick blankets and warm clothing as a cup of hot chocolate is still emitting it smoke, Sana stares blankly at the snow behind the window. For some few seconds, she will changes the object of her eyes to the clock on the wall. It's already 7PM, but the one she waits for is not returned back to home yet.

Is he getting busy again ? A meeting ? Overtime work ?

She takes a deep sigh. Perhaps, today is just the same as the other days. She would be waiting much longer, again and again. If that so, it must be useless for her to prepare two cups of hot chocolate today. When that guy comes, the chocolate must be turned cold.

Trying to keep herself warm in the winter, she slowly sips her hot chocolate. But, she doesn't feel fully warm. Her heart is still cold, needing a warmth between her lover's arms

When the clock's pointing right at 8PM precisely, she chooses to clear up her blankets and those cups. There's no point of waiting again. The guy must be very busy with his own world, which she doesn't even know what it is.

Then what makes her still waiting ?

Is it the love made her feel this way ?

A drip of liquid falling down from the corner of her eyes. For these several days... ah nope, it's not days again. This last few weeks, she had a trouble to meet this guy. His works business always be the main reason he told her everytime she asked why, until she felt there's no need to ask it again.

What was this guy doing all these times, exactly ?

Some doubts grow up inside her heart. Is it true that he's always busy over his work? Is it not about he's only making alibies but in fact he's cheating behind her, being dishonest and having a girl that much better from her ? Is it true that the reasons he said was only to make her calm down and erase all of her worries ? Or is it just a total lie, a reasons that turned out into an alibi ? If everything is a lie, is she still have a reason to retained her love ?

She curles up on her bed. Ignoring the cold and her raging feeling of missing him, she chooses to sleep on her thick blanket. She better sleeps now, indeed. Probably when she wakes up, he will be right there with her.

Hopefully.

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In early morning, surrounded with the warmth rays of the sunbeam coming from the curtains gap, she wakes up. The snow has stopped, leaving a pile of white snow in the yard. She blinked her eyes for a moment before she's trying to relaxes her muscles. Much comfortable.

Still on the threshold of consciousness, she wakes up and trying to sit herself up. However, a feeling of solid arms holding her tight from not gettong up. Go back to sleep, as what the arms trying to say.

Whose arms... ?

While picking up the remnants of her consciousness, she's looking for the owner of the sturdy hands, armed with a sense of touch and sight still not functioning properly.

"It's me, Kihyun. You don't recognize me?"

The gentle voice she has been missing in so long and the warmt breathe that guy's made bringing her back on her sense, collecting the entire of her consciousness. His arms pulling her into a hug, giving a warmth touch on a cold morning in winter. She really missed this kind of warmth hug of him, along with a comfort which left behind all these days.

"Ki... Kihyun oppa?" Ask her once again, demanding certainty.

"Whose Kihyun again? Your Kihyun is only me, Sana." A soft kiss landing right on the top of her head. "I'm home, Sana. I'm sorry to make you wait for me all day long."

Inside the arms she has been waiting for, she doesn't want to decide when is the right time to stop wait and love Kihyun again. All her doubts and insecurities has been paid off. Because Kihyun's presence beside her is the only thing she needed, and it's enough for her.

She believes he's the place to come back home, so either he feels the same.