Winter Night

“…E-Enya?”

Tarmin looked bewilderedly at his childhood friend, who had tackled him in the stomach.

Enya was clinging tightly to his chest like a puppy.

“What happened all of a sudden… No, don’t tell me.”

Tarmin shook his head.

Instead of saying anything more, he reached out and gently stroked Enya’s back.

Enya was wearing her going-out skirt and shirt; it seemed she’d stayed home without even changing.

…

Before long, he felt her stiff shoulders relax and the arms around his waist loosen.

Tarmin gently wrapped his arms around Enya’s waist and whispered softly...