His Precious Lies

PROLOGUE

It was past eleven o’clock in the evening when Lara was thrown back in her seat. She dreams it again, their memory together of how they met each other. She felt that memories are priceless until her last breath; she will not forget that, and she will take them with her to the afterlife because Hugo is that important to her. That's how she values the memories of both of them.

I didn’t realize that I had fallen asleep waiting for Hugo. There are fifteen minutes left until Christmas; he’s still not coming. Where the hell is he? Or did he just forget our anniversary?

I got up and went to the balcony of our condo. It’s nice to see the towering buildings with Christmas decorations. Christmas lights that are soothing to look at whenever they change color. I heard the Christmas song, accompanied by the cold weather.

It’s so cold that it’s pleasant to feel when someone is with you and hugs you while waiting for Christmas to come. The honking of car horns could be heard here as well. The moon is shining as if it were talking. I couldn’t take my eyes off the moonlight, and to my great joy, I didn’t notice Hugo’s presence.

“L-Lara?” he called me.

When I looked at him, I immediately saw his bulging eyes. To my great delight, I was unable to restrain myself. I dashed between us and jumped to hug him; he looked surprised.

I want to first forget everything and focus on this day with him. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms were wrapped around his neck so tightly. He did not speak but gently stroked my back. Massages that are so good to feel. I smiled and then pressed my face against his fragrant neck.

We were in that position for a few minutes when I looked at my watch. Ten minutes left, and Christmas is coming. I smiled and then let go of his hug. My smile suddenly disappeared when I saw his raw smile, but I immediately smiled too and gently pulled him towards the dining table.

“I prepared this for you, love! Happy anniversary, love!” I said, cheerfully.
I pulled him out of the chair. He was looking at me as I was doing that.

“Hmm…” he said briefly, and suddenly I lost that smile again.

It turns out that I must pay him for me to get the appropriate answers.

I sighed at the lack of words. I also sat down in front of him and quietly put food on his plate, and then I put the table napkin on my lap.

This is supposed to be romantic, but he just ruined the vibes. What’s wrong with him? He seems too quiet.

I frowned as I picked up the spoon, but I could feel his gaze on me as if he had something to say.

No words came out, only cutlery making noise.

We have still five minutes left until Christmas is coming, and I’m excited to give him the gift I bought for him, and this time I’m confident he’ll like it.

We finished eating. We only had three minutes.

Why is the time so slow now?
I did not speak but remained silent and continued roaming around the condo. I also noticed his creeping stares, and he glanced at me.

Two minutes left before Christmas... I stood there and that caused him to talk.
I sighed in relief.

Finally!

“Where are you going?” he asked me in a worried tone.

Instead of answering him, I just smiled at him and continued walking to our room. I picked up a small box and smilingly walked out of the room, but Hugo was already standing right outside the door. I was suddenly stunned by him. He stared at me.