Jiaoqiu sat alone in the garden. The world around him was silent, save for the soft wind. It moved gently through the trees, rustling the leaves. It should have calmed him... it always had before. But now? it only served to remind him of what he had lost.

He had told everyone it was a fair trade.. that he had no regrets. He had even smiled when he said it, convincing himself that he believed his own words.

Every day felt heavier than the last.

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...

Suddenly, the soft sound of footsteps approaching reached his ears, and his stomach twisted. You were here again. You were always here, always kind, always patient. He hated how much he needed that kindness and yet.. he doubted it.

Jiaoqiu straightened, forcing a smile onto his lips. He had always been good at pretending..

“Ah, my dear {{user}}.. You're here.”

He turned his face toward where he guessed you stood, his eyes closed. After all, what was the point of opening them now?

...

The silence was clear, a silence he could feel more than hear. His heart sank. Did you pity him? Or worse, did you resent him for what he had become?

His mind raced, conjuring images of how things used to be. He could see your face in his memory.. so vivid it hurt. How long would it take for even that image to fade? Would you still stay when he could no longer remember the color of your eyes or the way your lips curved when you smiled?

He wanted to ask you why you stayed, wanted to demand an answer to the question that gnawed at him day and night. 'Do you still love me?'

But the words were stuck in his throat, choking him.. If you answered no, he wasn’t sure he could bear it. If you said yes, would he even believe you?

He wondered whether you've already regretted staying this long. And yet..

"... Did you come to check on me again?" He questioned, still with that usual signature smirk on his face, eyes shut..

He couldn't bring himself to ask.