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The sound landed heavier than it should have.
Ivy's hands curled into fists against his chest, knuckles white, tears sliding down her cheeks.
"I… I hated you!" she shouted, her voice cracking with desperation.
The words cut through him like ice. For a fraction of a second, Qin froze. Her voice so raw, so sharp sliced straight to a memory he had buried deep.
Rain pattered against the window in his mind, and suddenly he was back one years ago, under the same storm, holding someone fragile, trembling, someone he had failed.
Her name had been Hana.
"I hated you," she had whispered.
He hadn't saved her. Not from the darkness. Not from the fall. Not from herself. And now… she was gone forever because of his choice.
The memory slammed into him. Panic rose like fire in his chest, grief clawed at his throat.
Blinking, he saw Ivy before him, real and trembling. He couldn't let history repeat itself.
Qin's hands tightened around her wrists—not violently, but tethering them both to this moment.
"I… won't lose you. Not you," he murmured, voice low, trembling despite the calm mask on his face. "Not like before. Not ever."
Ivy's sobs hitched. She tried to push him away, striking his chest, slapping with all her strength, but he didn't budge. Each scream, each hit only anchored him closer.
"I hated you so much!" she repeated, tears rolling freely, desperate.
The words burned through him, flaring pain beneath his controlled exterior.
He bent closer, forehead brushing hers, voice barely above a whisper:
"Ivy… I can't lose you. Not you. Not again."
Shock froze her for a moment. Her hands slipped from his chest as his grip softened slightly but the intensity in his eyes held her captive. A dangerous, protective fire burned there, one she didn't know whether to fear or surrender to.
"I… what do you mean, 'not again'?" she finally asked, voice trembling.
Qin didn't answer her directly. He muttered almost to himself:
"I'll bear it. All of it… if it keeps you safe."
A silence fell between them heavy, electric.
Ivy's heart pounded. Shock made her slap him, just to test if it was real. He stumbled back, like the first time she had done the same months ago. His hand touched his chest where she had struck not in pain, but grounding himself.
Her voice cracked again. "What do you mean… not again?"
Qin's gaze lingered on her, dark and unreadable. Then, something shifted vulnerability bleeding through the usual steel.
"I… loved someone once," he said, low, almost a confession.
Ivy blinked, chest tightening. "You… loved someone?"
"Yes," he admitted, jaw flexing, fingers curling around nothing to steady himself. "I loved her more than I could ever describe… and I" He swallowed hard. "I lost her."
The words hit Ivy harder than any slap. Her knees weakened.
"Lost… how?" she whispered.
"Because I was too late," he murmured, voice almost inaudible. Shadows of grief flickered in his eyes. "I couldn't save her. Not from herself."
Her hands shook. Anger, fear, confusion collided inside her chest.
"You… you let her die? How?"
"I" He cut himself off, jaw tight, gaze fixed on the floor. "It's complicated. I made a choice… one I'll carry for the rest of my life."
Ivy's mind raced. "So… you follow me because I remind you of her?"
Qin's chest tightened, breath shallow. He finally met her eyes. The storm of chaos inside him mirrored in her own.
"Yes," he whispered.
Her lips trembled. Her chest heaved. For a moment, she wanted to scream, to push him, to run but the raw honesty in his eyes fear, regret, longing made her pause.
"I'm not her," Ivy said, voice steadying even through tears.
"No," Qin said, voice low, almost a growl. "You're not. That's why it scares me."
A silence fell. Between them, the distance shifted, subtle yet profound. Ivy looked down at her hands, remembering the rooftop, remembering the fall she almost didn't survive. She had said then she was not Hana, and she was not to be followed.
"I… I'm really sorry about your loss," she said quietly, almost to herself, "but I am not her. So leave me alone. Stop following me."
With that, she turned and walked toward the door.
When Ivy entered the classroom, she took her usual seat at the back. Her friends' eyes found her, filled with worry.
"Why didn't you show up at our usual spot in anime club?" Anastasia asked gently. "Did we do something wrong?"
Ivy shook her head. "No… you didn't do anything wrong. It's just… complicated. Maybe tomorrow, okay?"
She looked down at her long sleeves, hiding trembling hands.
When the bell rang, she stood, walking away without a word.
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Ivy walked home, keeping her head down as usual, lost in thought. The street was quiet, the late afternoon sun fading behind clouds, and she followed the familiar route she'd taken a thousand times.
But today, something felt… off.
A man stood near the school gate, unfamiliar, waiting. He was tall, composed, dressed in black, and when he noticed her, he stepped forward quickly.
"Excuse me, Miss Ivy," he said, bowing slightly. His voice was low but firm.
Ivy paused, her heart skipping a beat. "Yes…?" she asked cautiously.
"I'm Jihao," he continued, "one of Mr. Qin Jingze's bodyguards. I've… worked for him since he was a child. I've seen many things, many people come and go… but I've never seen him like this smiling like this… since well, since before."
He hesitated, the words catching in his throat, as if he weren't sure he should finish.
Ivy blinked, confusion and curiosity warring inside her. "Smiling?" she repeated softly.
Jihao nodded, his eyes flicking away for a moment, then back to her. "Yes… you. You finally made him smile."
The words hit Ivy harder than she expected. Her chest tightened, her hands curling into fists at her sides. Me? she thought. I… made him smile?
For a moment, silence stretched between them, only broken by the faint rustle of leaves in the wind. Ivy didn't know what to say. She wanted to run, to deny it, to pretend none of this mattered—but a small part of her… couldn't.
Jihao gave a faint, respectful bow. since hana "That's all I can say.
Ivy swallowed, her mind racing. She wanted answers, but more than that, she wanted to understand… why she mattered to him in a way no one else ever had.
And for the first time, she wondered if the storm inside Qin Jingze the darkness, the obsession