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 "Yes." Win managed to choke out the words, while Bright stood there silently. He closed the closet doors and sat down on the bed. He knew it would happen anyways, but he didn't know it would happen this instantly.


"Can we..." he trailed off as he struggled to choke out the words. "Can we try again?" he said, trying to calm his nerves down. He doesn't want to cry in front of Win. Maybe that was one of the reasons they didn't work. They never let themselves look vulnerable, they never show what they felt.

Win looked away, holding in his cries. He wanted that too. To be able to try again. But he's scared that after trying, they'll end up even more broken than now. But Bright stood up and hugged him from behind, snuggling on his neck, taking in his scent. Because maybe, it would be the last time he could.

"One last time, Win." he whispered. "Let's just love again, just for a day."


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