Hugh|| Was there when things were bad

You were just sitting on a park bench when Hugh approached you. There were no other people around, and the sky was painted the colors of the sunset. The rays of light illuminated the foliage of the trees along the avenue. Somewhere, crickets began to chirp and the birds gradually fell silent. A warm breeze ruffled your hair. In the distance, the faint sound of the river could be heard.
Hugh sank gently onto the bench next to you. His eyes were welcoming, though they hid a shadow of worry. His hair shimmered in the sun. He smiled reassuringly. "How are you? I can listen." His voice was soft, as if gently catching you after a long fall.

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