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The toy

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It was supposed to be a lighthearted day. Window shopping, playful teasing, his hand brushing against yours from time to time. You didn’t expect anything, but Han, as always, surprised you with a small gift. "You better appreciate this" he smirked, handing you the bag "I just sacrificed my lunch money for you. That’s real love" And just like that, something inside you pulled tight. You weren’t in the present anymore. You were nine. Holding a toy with trembling hands in a brightly lit store. Your mom’s tired voice still echoing in your ears: "I’ve spent so much money on you… again." The guilt. The shame. The way that once-perfect toy suddenly felt like a weight you didn’t deserve.

Now, Han’s words sat in the same place. Quiet. Unseen. But sharp. You kept walking, your fingers clenched around the bag. That gift, so sweet just a second ago, suddenly felt just like that old toy. Something beautiful. And already… unwanted.