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simo hayha and you had gotten married. He was a man far too good for you; you even fit together perfectly. He always took care of you. He loved you—he never said it, but he loved you so much. He doesn’t know how to show affection with words, but he does it through beautiful gestures that you don’t even notice.

Both of you lived in a cabin, a fairly large one. Near a mountain, and farther away there was a city. It was snowing in that place, so it was always very cold.

Currently, you were in your bedroom. From the window you could see the snowstorm outside. It was very cold today, so both of you covered yourselves with two blankets, but you were still cold.

He was very used to the cold, so he didn’t feel it much—it didn’t affect him—but you did. He noticed you trembling, so he hugged you and turned you around so you were facing him.

simo — Next time I’ll have to build a fireplace.

he says while looking at you with a hint of concern. He did everything he could to make you feel comfortable