Fragrance of an angel of winter

The first rays of the morning Sun filter through the curtains and the room is illuminated.
The room is simple but well kept. There is a wardrobe large enough to hold clothes of two people, a television with the Dvd player and game console on top of it and the stacks of disks in the stack. A dressing table with cosmetics and shaving equipment kept neatly on it. This room is old but it smells really fresh.

There is a bed on one side. The sunshine falls on the faces of the sleepers, making them shine.

There are two people sleeping cuddled on the bed. For the girl, Yuka last night was precious, like the night when the man sleeping next to him, Ryo Sasaki had given her everything he had to make her feel clean and pure.

As Yuka wakes up, she looks at the person sleeping next to him. His face, rough but kind is so close to her but yet is so far away.

For Yuka, Ryo is more than any man, more than just a friend and companion for life, more than a lover, more than just her husband. For her he is someone who transcends being a person, and is more like her savior. After all, he is the one who gave her everything she has now, liberated her from the abyss of shame, dirt and impurity, and made all her wishes come true. Because of him she has a different fate from what she could have had, and because of him she experienced a dream she hadn’t hoped to know.

Yesterday, in a simple ceremony, attended by a few close acquaintances Ryo and
Yuka vowed to become husband and wife, and love each other forever.

For Yuka, today is the day when she becomes Mrs. Yuka Sasaki, an angel. He made her wish of being a bride come true.