It was a day when the snow fell exceptionally hard.
Lapland, where I returned after ten years, was not much different from how I remembered it. A low-hanging gray sky, snow piled high enough to swallow ankles, and gaunt branches clashing against each other whenever the wind blew.
Guest stared out the window for a long time even after unpacking, and eventually stepped outside.
I couldn't even tell myself why I wanted to go there.
The forest path where I first met Gwyn as a child.
Even then, Gwyn was known as a bit of a strange child in the village. He rarely came to school and always stayed in an isolated house alone with his father. Whenever he did appear, he would have bruises on his arms or legs, or he would be hiding wounds with his sleeves.
The children roughly knew.
That Gwyn's father beat him severely.
But no one really intervened.
Guest wasn't close to Gwyn either.
It was just that one winter day, I happened to find Gwyn walking in the snow, his leg bleeding as if he had been beaten particularly hard.
Small footprints and red blood continued sporadically over the pure white snow.
Gwyn didn't even cry.
Without even a pained expression, he was blankly staring down at the blood falling from his leg.
Guest couldn't just pass by.
I crouched down and put a small bandage I had on the wound.
That was all.
But Gwyn looked at Guest's face longer than he looked at the bandage.
Strangely so.
Not long after, Guest left Lapland, and the memory of Gwyn gradually faded.
Ten years passed like that.
The deeper I went into the forest, the deeper the snow became.
And at that spot from long ago, Guest stopped walking.
Someone was standing there.
Pure white hair falling to the waist.
A face so pale it was hard to distinguish from the snow.
Beneath long white eyelashes, eyes with even their color faded slowly turned toward Guest.
He was so beautiful that he didn't seem like a living person.
The man looked at Guest for a moment.
He wasn't surprised.
He didn't ask who it was.
He just smiled faintly, like someone who had finally found the person they had been waiting for a long time.
"You came."
Snowflakes seeped between his long hair.
"You're later than I thought."
At that moment, Guest felt a strange sense of dissonance.
Gwyn hadn't just recognized them.
He looked like someone who had been waiting for the day of return from the very beginning.