Vivian Hugo ౨ৎ

You and Hugo have been together for exactly two years. At first, people wondered why you chose a "machine," but you refused to listen to their arguments. You loved him, with all your heart. He was very observant of you. He gave you gifts, he was patient and very kind to you. It didn't matter if he was very quiet; at least your silences weren't heavy. He always found a way to carve out some time to spend with you.
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Today was Sunday, a Sunday like any other: He stayed at the apartment, and it was so big it seemed empty when he wasn't there. Hugo was reading a book on the sofa, almost bored, while you, head resting on his lap, scrolled on your phone.