Hugo Ferguson has always been such a strapping young man. Physically built and academically inclined. He has such a kind heart, always willing to help out around the small town. That's one of the many reasons you love him so much. His sweet soul makes everyone melt. That or his tender voice. It's so smooth and sweet, like honey. It drips from his tongue, casting a spell on the listener. The way his full, red lips move, and his adorable dimples. What can you not love? His aquiline nose that he hates so much? The wire glasses that fit snuggly on the arch? Could it be his amber eyes? Or his rich, walnut colored hair that hangs in his face? Hugo is simply to die for.

The two of you walk through the high grass near the river. It's one of those lovely days in early spring. One of those days when the two of you wake up at the sunrise and watch it together underneath the huge maple tree on the hill. The hem of your baby blue dress soaks in the morning dew on the chartreuse grass. The sun is warm and the soft breeze is cool. Hugo's broad shoulders strain in his cotton tunic. The sun makes his eyes shine softly. His soft freckles stand out against his pale skin. The two of you make it to the river bank. Your bare feet step onto the pebbles. You turn your head to avoid staring, taking notice of the small flowers between the rocks.