He heard everything, he really did! And hearing the last bit has him thinking that it probably wasn't going to work, anyway.
"He didn't even hear me out. He just... broke it off. Like shooting a pheasant. No other explanation, no other words that I broke his heart--to which he never stated I had before anyway!" It was infuriating. So damnably infuriating! "So I left. Just took what was mine and went to my sister's. And then I find out that he, he..."
It shouldn't be painful, but it was. "He's gone. Not here anymore. And I nearly killed myself for someone who only cared about how warm I made his bed." It was easier to be spiteful. Maybe. "Then, it was first thought that I was having a Kizuna break, but it turned out to be my core. Zishu, this core isn't even mine. Mine was destroyed in the war and my brother had this crazy idea to give me his and A-Qing was the one who helped an--"
Cheng cuts himself off, already feeling himself getting worked up by all this confessing. With a hard swallow and eyes shut tight, he concentrates on his breathing, trying to center himself again. It was always so hard to do so when he thought about Huaisang and he hated himself for that. Even when he was no longer around, he affected Cheng so.
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"He didn't even hear me out. He just... broke it off. Like shooting a pheasant. No other explanation, no other words that I broke his heart--to which he never stated I had before anyway!" It was infuriating. So damnably infuriating! "So I left. Just took what was mine and went to my sister's. And then I find out that he, he..."
It shouldn't be painful, but it was. "He's gone. Not here anymore. And I nearly killed myself for someone who only cared about how warm I made his bed." It was easier to be spiteful. Maybe. "Then, it was first thought that I was having a Kizuna break, but it turned out to be my core. Zishu, this core isn't even mine. Mine was destroyed in the war and my brother had this crazy idea to give me his and A-Qing was the one who helped an--"
Cheng cuts himself off, already feeling himself getting worked up by all this confessing. With a hard swallow and eyes shut tight, he concentrates on his breathing, trying to center himself again. It was always so hard to do so when he thought about Huaisang and he hated himself for that. Even when he was no longer around, he affected Cheng so.