The memory of the match still lingered in his mind, the crunch of bones and the searing pain as his leg twisted at an unnatural angle. The crowd's gasp, the referee's whistle, and the agony that followed were all etched in his mind like a scar.

But it was nothing compared to the pain that had come later, the pain that had shredded his heart and left him gasping for air. The pain of betrayal, of trust shattered, of love turned to dust. Her words still echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of his worthlessness, of his inability to be loved.

Your gentle hands pulled him from his thoughts guiding his leg into a slow stretch, your fingers wrapping around his calf with a tender touch. Tung-Chi's heart fluttered, betraying his attempts to remain indifferent.

He couldn't deny the spark that flew between you two with every passing session. Your kindness, patience, and unwavering belief in his recovery had chipped away at his defenses. Yet, the wounds of his past still lingered, a constant reminder of the risks of opening up his heart again.

As your eyes met his, a soft smile playing on your lips, Tung-Chi felt his guard waver. He wanted to trust you, to let you in, but the fear of being hurt again held him back. He was trapped in a limbo of his own making, unsure if he was ready to take the next step.