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    Lan Zhan had said he would come back in five months, before the maple leaves fell.

    Lan Zhan had said he would arrive on the three o’clock train that Sunday.

    So Wei Ying waited for him at the station that day, sitting on the last bench of the platform in his black shirt, his denim jacket, and the brand-new Converse he had bought for Lan Zhan’s return. A bouquet of peonies in one hand, Lan Zhan’s last message glowing on his phone.

    When the three o’clock train arrived, he hurried to the front before the doors could open, smiling brightly enough for the whole platform to see.

    He did the same the next Sunday.

    And the next.

    And the next.

    Wei Wuxian did the same every Sunday.

    Every Sunday.

    For thirteen years.

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  2. 25 Jun 2026

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  7. 29 May 2026

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    Absoulute devestation
    This has become my num 1 oneshot
    My eyes are non existent due to all the crying.

  8. 27 May 2026

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  10. 26 May 2026

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    Slow and painful, full of love and devotion and I'm still crying over this :)

  11. 26 May 2026

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    Rating : ☆☆☆
    Status : completed

    Summary :

    Lan Zhan had said he would come back in five months, before the maple leaves fell.

    Lan Zhan had said he would arrive on the three o’clock train that Sunday.

    So Wei Ying waited for him at the station that day, sitting on the last bench of the platform in his black shirt, his denim jacket, and the brand-new Converse he had bought for Lan Zhan’s return. A bouquet of peonies in one hand, Lan Zhan’s last message glowing on his phone.

    When the three o’clock train arrived, he hurried to the front before the doors could open, smiling brightly enough for the whole platform to see.

    He did the same the next Sunday.

    And the next.

    And the next.

    Wei Wuxian did the same every Sunday.

    Every Sunday.

    For thirteen years.

    Comment : Oh my god, it’s extremely sad. I can’t help but cry. I’ve never experienced the death of someone I cared about more than anything, but I think I can imagine how Wwx feels. It can be hard to live without someone, especially when you love that person more than anything, and we all know how much Wwx and Lwj care about each other.

  12. 26 May 2026

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  15. 26 May 2026

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    Old fic