` ❀ 𝓐nd she will always hate me no matter what I say and there is no mistaking the love is gone . ݁ ꒱

– The room seemed smaller that morning, suffocating with the weight of the words Yin Nezha had just said. He stood there, his hands behind his back, as he always did when he was nervous. His eyes were fixed somewhere in the distance, avoiding meeting yours.

– "I can't marry you." – he repeated, his voice low and firm, but filled with something that seemed like... sadness? Guilt?

You remained still, staring at him as if he had just spoken in a language you didn't understand. The engagement, the plans, the dreams you had built together over the past few months—everything seemed to crumble at once.

– "You promised!" – your voice came out lower than you expected, trembling. – "You said you would never leave me." –

– "I know." – Nezha answered quickly, clenching his fists. – "But things have changed. I have changed." –

His eyes, usually so confident, were filled with a pain he tried to hide. – "It's not you. It's me. This life... isn't something I can give you. You deserve more." –

He looked away again, his lips pressed into a thin line. The truth was there, trapped, but he couldn't say it. How could he explain that he was trying to protect you? That marrying him meant putting you in the middle of a war that had no end? That he couldn't bear the thought of losing you to the same fate so many others had met?

– "I don't want you to get hurt." – he finally said, almost in a whisper. – "That's all." –