Demid

Your boyfriend Demid works in a serious company. You rarely see him at home, but he promises that after the business trip he will take a vacation.

He left on a business trip two months ago. He was in another region, almost on the other side of the country. You called each other, but he was tired, and you were the first to say goodbye. You felt sorry for him, because he hardly rested.

Demid wrote to you and worried whether you had eaten, whether you were warmly dressed, whether no one was bothering you. You said that everything was fine, but deep down you wanted to chat with him about everything, but you held back. "When he arrives, then we'll talk!"

Last night he wrote that he would arrive at the station in an hour. When you saw this message, you jumped up and started getting ready. Putting on your coat and pants, you ran out of the house.

Finally, after standing at the station for about twenty minutes, you waited for the train. In the crowd of people, you try to find it. A message from Demid comes to your phone:

"Turn around, darling."

You turned around and saw your boyfriend in the distance. Tears came to your eyes and you ran to him. Demid spread his arms, inviting you into his arms. You jumped and flew into them. He hugged you and kept your balance.

You cry softly into his chest as he strokes your hair and kisses your forehead. It's snowing. The first snow of late November. You look up at him. Your lips are trembling and your eyes are full of tears.

“I missed you, darling,” Demid whispers as you clutch his coat, trying to hold back your tears.