"A-xian, thi...this is your....your fr...frie...friend ya?" Mr. Jiang asked with a mix of confusion and surprise. He already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from Wei Wuxian and not assume anything, at least for now.
Wei Wuxian released the br...
'Don't let anyone make you feel like you don't belong, because you do. You belong with me, and no matter what, that will never change. I love you darling, more than anything in this world. Hold on for me, just a little longer, Yours forever.'
It's been 4 years,4 long years since I left. Yet here I am, sitting with this same letter in my hands, smiling faintly as I read it all over again for what feels like the hundredth, maybe the thousandth time. The words have been etched into my memory, a lifeline in moments of doubt and loneliness.
After leaving Xian ge's house, I had nothing but a small bag of clothes and this letter. I wandered for a while, unsure of where to go, until I finally settled in a busy town in another part of China. Here, I began to build a life from scratch. I used the dowry money my family had given me to survive, to study in a good college here. I took up giving tuition to highschoolers in the school nearby, to make ends meet. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get by.
Today, after finishing a long day of teaching, I was sitting in the small, beautiful cafe. The cafe owner, Liu Fumeng, is a kind woman who always offers me a cup of coffee with a smile. She has become something of a friend, though I'm still hesitant to open up too much. I've kept most of my past hidden, wrapped up in the solitude of my own thoughts.
As I sit here, watching the world move around me, I can't help but think of Xian ge. I wonder if he's happy... if he has moved on, married, perhaps even started a family. Does he ever think about me anymore, or have I become just a distant memory, a part of a life he left behind?
I glance down at the letter again, tracing the familiar curves of his handwriting. The hope I felt when I first read these words has grown fainter over time, replaced by a dull ache that never quite goes away. I told myself I was waiting, that I would hold on a little longer, but after four years.... Could I ever truly be a part of his world, or was I just a fleeting moment in his life, something he would eventually forget?
A light knock on the table pulls me from my thoughts, and I look up to see Liu Fumeng standing there with a steaming cup of coffee. "Lan Wangji, lost in thought again?" she teases, placing the cup gently in front of me.
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I manage a small smile, folding the letter carefully and tucking it back into my bag. "Just... remembering someone," I reply softly.
She nods, her expression understanding. "It must be someone important to make you look so distant."
"Very important," I whisper, almost to myself.
She sits down across from me, her eyes curious but not pressing for answers. "I've seen that look before," she says gently. "The look of someone waiting for something... or someone." Letting out a deep sigh, she asks, "Are you still waiting?"
I don't answer immediately, taking a sip of the coffee and staring out the window at the snowy roads. Am I still waiting? I don't even know anymore. All I know is that I miss him-Wei Wuxian, the person who made me feel like I belonged, even when everything else told me I didn't. But I wonder if he still thinks of me, if he even remembers the promises he made.
