☁️ Pain

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{Warnings:None}
{Gn!Reader}
{☁️ fluff}
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As the first crimson leaves of autumn began to fall, you sat on a worn-out bench in the university garden, lost in a world crafted by the lines of your favorite poetry book. Each poem spoke of love, loss, and the cruel twist of fate, resonating with your own feelings of heartbreak from a relationship that ended just a month prior.

Suddenly, a gust of wind carried away one of your handwritten notes, which you'd tucked in between the pages. You made a half-hearted attempt to catch it, but it seemed determined to escape.

Just as you resigned yourself to its loss, a tall figure caught the note mid-air and started walking towards you. It was Choso, a name you recognized from whispered conversations and glimpses across crowded lecture halls, but someone you'd never personally interacted with.

"Seems like the wind had other plans for this," he said softly, handing back the note.

You took it, a bit embarrassed as it was a personal reflection on the pain of letting go. "Thank you," you murmured, avoiding his gaze.

Choso hesitated before sitting beside you. "Pain can be a great teacher," he began, his voice filled with a hint of melancholy.

Intrigued, you found yourself sharing the story of your recent heartbreak, and to your surprise, Choso reciprocated with tales of his own past, a tapestry of love, loss, and rediscovery. There was a depth in his words, an ageless wisdom that belied his youthful appearance.

The setting sun painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, and the two of you, two souls with wounded hearts, found solace in each other's company. The world around you seemed to blur as hours passed in what felt like minutes.

Finally, Choso stood up, his silhouette framed by the twilight. "Our scars make us who we are," he whispered, extending a hand. "But it's up to us if we let them define our future."

Tears welled up in your eyes, not of sadness but of gratitude. Taking his hand, you stood up, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

As the first stars appeared in the night sky, you realized that sometimes the universe takes away something precious, only to replace it with something even more beautiful.

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