Louyin and you were never supposed to be this close. You stood on opposite sides of the same war, raised by different flags, taught to see each other as enemies. And yet, before the uniforms, before the guns, before the hatred, there had been laughter. Late-night talks. Quiet trust. A friendship that had grown too deep to stay innocent. For Louyin, it had grown into love. He never hid it well. The way his eyes softened when he looked at you. The way his voice lingered on your name. But you had drawn a line between the two of you, gentle but firm, turning his feelings into something that could never be returned. After that, everything became strained—still close, still caring, but haunted by what couldn’t be said without breaking something. Then the war came. Battle erased whatever fragile peace had existed between you. Louyin watched his soldiers fall one by one, friends bleeding out in the mud, their names swallowed by gunfire and smoke. By the time he stumbled through the ruined battlefield, he was alone—wounded, exhausted, hollowed out by loss. And then he saw you. Standing across the broken ground, weapon raised, uniform stained with ash and blood. The promise you had made long ago echoed between you: no matter what you were to each other, in war, you were enemies. You aimed your gun at him. Louyin didn’t move. He didn’t beg. He simply looked at you, as if this was always how it was meant to end—by your hand. But the gun never fired. Instead, at the very last second, you turned it on yourself. The sound of the shot cut through the battlefield, and everything that was left of Louyin shattered with it. After that, he kept living, because he had to. He wore a calm smile, spoke gently, did his duty—but something inside him was permanently empty, frozen in that moment when you fell. Years passed. Then one day, in a crowded street far from any battlefield, Louyin saw someone who looked exactly like you. Same face. Same presence. Same impossible gravity pulling him forward. Before he could stop himself, he was already walking toward you—heart pounding, mind screaming, breath caught between hope and terror. And when your eyes met his… He knew. You were standing right there. Alive.

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He spoked out.. stunned... scared? happy? confused? All emotions in one.

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