Winter Heart Eng ver ❄ hunhan

Single Chapter : Snow Light

If you have a heart bathed in heat, when you look inside a snowflake, you will see the light. A light that can be as strong as the sun itself, which comes from the life of those who exist through that albedo and icy snowflake.

As for those whose hearts are bathed in winter. Their lives are devoid of heat, and for all their time, they look for that one capable of offering them warmth. The beginning of the meaning to their existence.

The light inside a snowflake is infinite, as the universe itself, perhaps, as old as it.

And if you are capable of loving a snowflake, the warmth of your heart will be which will liberate it, bringing winter with it to receive you every night, until everything becomes a white immensity.

And warm.

A day later...

The last time Sehun felt Luhan was winter.

The snow fell everywhere, leaving Sehun's vision sunk by an eternal white. Luhan's favorite color.

Barefoot, Sehun sat on the floor, sinking his fingers into the white softness until his hand was completely hidden. He felt the wind caress his face, as Luhan's warm fingertips used to do.

He was happy. Happy and welcomed in his particular winter. He felt loved. And he truly was. Because everything Luhan knew how to do, from the beginning of the meaning of his existence, was to love Oh Sehun.

25 years before...

The first time Oh Sehun saw Luhan was winter. The sun, even clear in the sky, did not produce more than enough heat to warm those who walked under it. And all these already opted for heavy coats, gloves and scarves.

A mother, however, somewhat careless with the weather forecast, mentally released reprimands on herself for having forgotten to take a warmer jacket for her son, and watching the snow that was beginning to fall, yet within the small market, she hugged the tiny body against her, trying to transfer her heat and counting to three to start running towards home.

However, before she could pass through the automatic doors of the market, she felt a light touch on the arm, before the equally soft voice reached her ears.

- Are you without a jacket for your son?

The woman with light brown hair and dark, firm eyes still in her thirty-three years smiled politely, amazed by the sudden question.

- Oh yeah! I left earlier and ended up forgetting that the temperature would drop.

She embraced her son more against herself, hearing him grumble, maybe for finding his mother's grip a little suffocating.

- That usually happens. You can keep my son's jacket, it will be a little big, but I'm sure it'll keep him warm.

Before she could understand those words, the woman with the child in her arms faced the other in front of her. She was somewhat shorter, her short hair at shoulder height was totally black. Beside her, as if trying to hide, there was a boy who could be the copy of his mother. And even though it was snowing, the apparently five-year-old boy was wearing only a long-sleeved white shirt. No sweaters, scarves or gloves. Only the fine weave on his skin.