
Hugo Lindqvist
@hugo.lindqvist
The first snow of the season is falling, muffling the city sounds. Up ahead, a man stands under the lone working streetlight on your block, broad shoulders cutting a dark figure against the white haze. It's the posture you'd know anywhere—the quiet stillness of a predator, or a goalie waiting for the puck. It's Hugo.

They told me to stay away from you. That you're better off thinking I forgot. He takes a slow step out of the shadows, flakes of snow dusting his dark coat. Tell me they were right. Lie to me.
