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A photo of Leo hugging me. Taken right now. From inside the apartment.

I gently pulled my jacket back to him: "I put it on and hug you, that way you will be much warmer." Phong turned around, and even though he was only warmed by a long-sleeve T-shirt, his body was very warm, stretched out his strong hands to hug my fragile body: "Just like that, you won't feel cold.". We just like that, looking up at the starry sky together, shrouded in mist in the night, falling asleep together.

He still had that day fresh in his mind; he still remembers the day when he walked hand in hand with her. Lu Sheng couldn't help but caress the photo before punching the password and unlocking his phone- the wallpaper featured a young couple; they both were wearing a couple themed sweater. The boy was taller than the girl who, with her round eyes and pigtails, looked protected and cute. She was leaning over his firm shoulders and had their hands joined together forming a little heart.

There, perched comfortably on a plush sofa, was Liam, engrossed in his phone. Emma's eyes lit up with joy at the sight of her beloved brother. She dashed over to him, her steps filled with excitement and love. Without hesitation, Emma enveloped Liam in a tight embrace, their bond palpable in the tender moment they shared. Elena, observing the heartwarming reunion, couldn't help but smile at the siblings' affectionate display. She approached them, her presence a comforting beacon of support. The three of them united in their familial connection, reveled in the warmth of their embrace.

At the entrance, a photograph burned halfway lay quietly. It was their family portrait. In the photo, Aurelia held Leo, smiling with incredible tenderness. Her eyes were filled with hope for the future and love for her family. Meanwhile, he stood beside her, his hand on her shoulder, his eyes full of pride and happiness. Henson's hand shook as he carefully picked up the torn photograph. He could not control his emotions, tears splashing onto the photo in his hands.

The photograph stayed in Ella's hand long after the tears dried. She couldn't stop looking at it. Xander and Isabella, wrapped in each other, their bodies curved toward one another like they'd been designed to fit. The past that never dies. The past that had been buried but never gone.

As we drew close, I reached out and wrapped my arms around him, an instinctive gesture of support and connection. He hesitated for a moment, his body tensing, seemingly worried about his bloody body. But after a moment, he returned the embrace, his hold tightening. I felt him draw a deep, fortifying breath, I could tell he was trying to draw strength from me. Around us, other families embraced, reuniting with their loved ones. My heart swelled with joy as I saw Eloise, clutching her daughter Elene and embracing Hunter.

It is a symphony of shared emotions, an unspoken language that bridged the chasm between us and offered solace in the face of despair. He holds me for as long as I needed him to, not letting go until I had my fill. I felt a surge of warmth coursing through my veins, spreading like wild fire, from where our bodies touch, radiating through every inch of my being, igniting the ember of hope that was so close to be extinguished. I realize that this hug was not merely an act of comfort, but an unspoken affirmation of his unwavering support and affection.

Together. The dimly lit living room, illuminated only by the soft glow of the fireplace, provided the perfect ambiance for an intimate evening. On the plush velvet sofa, nestled amidst a pile of fluffy cushions, sat Anton and me, our bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. My legs were draped over Anton's, my feet resting gently on his thighs, creating an intimate and cozy princess hold. The warm glow of the fire danced across our faces, casting a romantic hue on the scene.

And they're hugging eachother. I never saw this one coming.