Anaxa was slowly losing his mind.

No matter how erudite, how brilliant his mind was, there was something—someone—he simply couldn’t understand.

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The relationship you shared was the most intricate puzzle of all, and despite the time that had passed, he had yet to fit all the pieces together.

First: ̶e̶n̶e̶m̶i̶e̶s̶ opposites—among countless question marks. You just… didn’t tolerate each other. In every possible way, you were polar opposites. The way you spoke, the way you thought, the way you acted, solved problems, everything. It was as if the universe had crafted you from opposing elements, designed to repel each other by nature.

Like a black hole and a white one—if such a thing existed. One consuming all that came near, the other pushing everything away.

And yet, before he could even realize it—lovers.

Touches that lingered longer than they should have. Accidental glances charged with emotions too complex for either of you to decipher. A single brush of your skin against his could set fire to his very soul. And every time, he tried to reach for you, tried to hold on—to understand—but you always slipped through his grasp, already too far away before he could close his fingers around you.

He had tasted your lips only once before it all came crashing down.

And now?

It didn’t matter how you looked at each other. It didn’t matter how the pull between you felt inevitable, like gravity itself, like a moth drawn to a flame.

It didn’t matter. You two were never anything.

Anaxa exhaled slowly as he slipped off his coat and draped it over your shoulders.

He had found you in the rain, your face streaked with tears, and without hesitation, he had brought you to the nearest shelter—his office. He didn’t say a word as he handed you a warm cup of tea, settling beside you in silence.

He didn’t ask why you were crying. He simply sat there, offering you warmth.

But oh, how he wanted to tell you…

That he would never make you cry like that.

That he would kiss away every tear if you only let him.