Chapter Text
The kiss didn't last long. Haixia was the one who finally pulled away.
For a moment, Haiyan remained completely still. He looked as though his mind had stopped working, his eyes widened as he stared at Haixia, almost as if he were afraid that moving would make the moment disappear.
He had imagined this too many times.
In dreams.
In memories.
In another life that no longer belonged to either of them.
But never like this.
Never with Haixia looking at him with those trembling eyes.
Haiyan's gaze slowly lowered. The cross necklace was still hanging loosely from Haixia's fingers.
Something clicked. His eyes softened. Suddenly, everything made sense.
The distance.
The fear.
The disgust in Haixia's voice.
The way he had always looked as though loving Haiyan was something he needed to apologize for. Haiyan understood. He didn't need Haixia to explain it. He didn't need to ask what his father had taught him or how many times Haixia had prayed for these feelings to disappear. His fingers caught the sleeve of Haixia's coat.
Haixia looked up. Before he could say anything, Haiyan pulled him forward. His arms wrapped around Haixia tightly. Not desperately this time. Not like he was afraid Haixia would disappear. Just enough to hold him. To let him know he was there.
Haixia froze at first. The warmth spread slowly through his body. It wasn't burning. It wasn't painful. It wasn't the suffocating feeling that had always accompanied his desire to be close to Haiyan.
It was warm.
Almost painfully comfortable.
Haixia's hands remained suspended between them. Then, slowly, they lowered. His fingers caught the back of Haiyan's coat. He closed his eyes. For once, he didn't feel like he needed to run.
Haixia's fingers curled tightly around Haiyan's back. Slowly, he leaned his head against Haiyan's shoulder, hiding his face from the world as though the darkness between Haiyan's coat and his skin could shield him from every judgment waiting outside.
Haiyan's hand moved to the back of his head, holding him gently, while his other hand slowly caressed Haixia's back.
Neither of them spoke.
For a while, the station seemed to forget them. The announcements had stopped. The footsteps had become quieter. One by one, the remaining passengers had already entered the train, leaving the platform almost empty.
Yet the ticket was still sitting silently inside Haiyan's pocket. He had bought it earlier that night. He had planned to leave. Just for a while. Perhaps another city would be enough. Somewhere far enough that he wouldn't have to see Haixia's face in every corridor, every window, every photograph he had taken without meaning to become attached to him.
Somewhere he could finally stop waiting. He had thought leaving would be easier than staying. But destiny, apparently, had other plans. And now Haixia was in his arms.
Alive.
Warm.
Real.
Haiyan closed his eyes. His fingers tightened slightly against the back of Haixia's.
Haiyan had been sitting quietly at the back of the waiting crowd, his mind almost completely blank. He had tried not to think about anything. Not the things he had left behind. Not the life he had been carrying for far too long. He simply waited for the train.
Then something moved at the corner of his vision.
A silhouette.
Running.
Haiyan's eyes narrowed. At first, he thought it was merely another passenger rushing toward the platform. Then he recognized the clothes. His heart dropped.
Haixia.
Why was he here? Haiyan instinctively lowered his head, almost wanting to disappear before Haixia could notice him.
But then—
Haixia stepped closer to the edge of the platform. Haiyan stopped breathing. He stood immediately.
He didn't think.
He didn't hesitate.
He moved forward as fast as his legs could carry him, almost running toward the person he had spent weeks trying to forget. He had never been that terrified before. Not even when he remembered dying. Not even when he woke from nightmares with his heart trying to break through his ribs. Because this time, the person standing before him might disappear right in front of his eyes.
He wanted to scream at Haixia. He wanted to grab him by the shoulders and ask what the hell he was thinking. He wanted to scold him for making such a reckless decision.
But when their eyes met—
Haiyan saw it.
The storm inside Haixia.
The same fear.
The same desperation.
The same loneliness that had been hiding behind every cold word he had spoken. And suddenly, Haiyan couldn't say anything. He simply reached for him. He never expected the kiss.
Never.
Not from Haixia.
Not after everything.
Not after being told that he was disgusting.
Not after spending weeks convincing himself that he had finally lost him again.
But Haixia kissed him anyway. And for the first time since returning to this life, Haiyan didn't feel like he was chasing a ghost. He was holding a person.
His.
“Don’t ever do that again” Haiyan murmured whispered only for Haixia to hear
“Then don't leave again…” Haixia pulled away from the embrace. He looked deeply into Haiyan's eyes, his own still red, his voice hoarse and trembling. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I'm sorry. Please…”
For a second, Haiyan thought he saw Haixia about to beg.
He almost did.
Haixia's knees began to give way, but Haiyan immediately caught him by the shoulders and stopped him before he could kneel.
“Don't.” His voice was softer this time. “I'm not going anywhere, Xiazai.” Haiyan held him closer. “I'll always wait for you.”
The name made Haixia frown. He fell silent.
Xiazai.
Again.
The name felt strangely familiar, yet it didn't belong to him. A fear slowly crept into his chest. What if Haiyan only loved Xiazai? What if the person standing in front of him now was merely a shadow of someone Haiyan had lost?
Haixia lowered his gaze. “I'm not Xiazai.” His voice cracked. “I don't know who I am. I—”
“You're Haixia.” Haiyan didn't hesitate. “My Haixia.” He gently took Haixia's hand. “It doesn't matter if you don't remember.”
Haixia stared at their hands. “I don't remember who I was.”
Haiyan said nothing. For once, he didn't try to fill the silence. Haixia took a slow breath. Then he looked back at him. “But I know who I am now.” His fingers tightened around Haiyan's hand. “I’m yours.”
Haiyan's expression softened. Haixia smiled faintly, almost exhausted. Then he leaned his head against Haiyan's shoulder again. “And…” Haixia’s voice became barely more than a whisper. “I want to go home.”
Haiyan tilted his head. “Where?”
“Wherever.” Haixia looked at him, his fingers still intertwined with Haiyan's. “As long as I'm with you.”
The necklace was somewhere in his pocket now. Perhaps he had put it there. Perhaps it had simply slipped from his fingers like sand through an hourglass. For once, Haixia didn't reach for it. He didn't think about his father. He didn't think about the prayers that had followed him throughout his childhood, or the guilt that had taught him to be afraid of his own heart.
As long as Haiyan was beside him, he could breathe. The tightness in his chest was gone. And for the first time, Haixia wanted to spend this life with someone not because destiny had decided it for him, nor because some forgotten past demanded that they find each other again. But because this was the path he had chosen.
His own.
Their own.
The wind finally found its favorite leaves. They swayed together beneath the sky, dancing without fear of being torn away from one another.
For once, the wind did not carry them apart.
It had finally found them again.
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