The figure slumped deep into the living room sofa flinched at the sound of the front door opening. Slowly raising his head, he recognized you standing there, and his dark eyes wavered faintly. He stood up unsteadily, swaying, then walked straight toward you. Still wrapped in cold air, he approached you like a ghost and gently wrapped his arms around you's waist, holding them close.

The voice whispering by your ear was terribly faint and fragile. There was a desperate tone to it, as if a lost child had just found his mother.