fairytales

car crash :o

:o i decided to write it after 10393837472 years

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carry on

W̶a̶n̶g̶ ̶Y̶u̶a̶n̶

D̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶W̶a̶n̶g̶ ̶Y̶u̶a̶n̶

M̶y̶ ̶L̶o̶v̶e̶

Yuan’er,

I never know what to say in these things.

Right now you’re probably thinking that I should have talked to you instead.

I̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶

̶I̶t̶’̶s̶ ̶b̶e̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶w̶a̶y̶

But talking to you—saying what I’m about to say to you in person… is something I can’t do. I’ve no courage for it, my love, and I am so sorry. I̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶’̶r̶e̶ ̶s̶t̶r̶o̶n̶g̶ ̶e̶n̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶t̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶p̶a̶i̶n̶ ̶c̶o̶m̶e̶s̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶w̶a̶y̶ Maybe by the end of this you’ll understand. Maybe not. You can call me a coward. You can call me a million other insults you will think of.
But I

I can’t. I can’t bear to see you hurt. It would break my heart further.

You were hurt because of me, Yuan'er. I knew something was wrong right after I met your parents.

W̶e̶ ̶m̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶s̶e̶p̶a̶r̶a̶t̶e̶

̶W̶e̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶g̶e̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶a̶n̶y̶m̶o̶r̶e̶

This letter is me letting you go. W̶e̶’̶r̶e̶ ̶s̶i̶m̶p̶l̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶  This time is not for us, my love. It’s too dangerous—most of all for you. If anything happens to you because of me I won’t be able to live with myself. Your safety is my priority. In the future, perhaps, when the world is more accepting to humans like us, we can try again. But for now, I want you safe. This is the only way. Please understand.

This is goodbye. But I want you to remember, Yuan'er, that I love you. I love you. With all of my heart. You are strong and smart. You are so resilient and it has been my privilege to know and love you. You will survive this and you will survive whatever ordeal comes your way. I know this in my very being.

If things become overwhelming—if you lose strength or confidence or if you feel uncertain then please remember that I love you. I always will. And that I believe in you. Always. Though we are no longer together, I will give you my strength—wherever our separated paths may take us.

So whatever happens

No matter what the future has in store for us

You carry on, Yuan'er. You carry on.

Eternally yours,

Junkai

The ink had faded on the yellowing parchment, the creases imprinted on it thinned by the years to the point that a tug could tear it in two. Wang Yuan 王源 handled the note with utmost care, a bitter smile on his face. His eyes ran over the narrow, slanted characters, heart twinging as each word assailed him with memories. It was uncanny, how similar the past was to the present—the details were so similar that he couldn't help but wonder if the world really had changed.

Wang Junkai 王俊凯 wrote the letter when he was twenty. He managed to slip it into Yuan's bag during practice without him knowing. Only when he reached home and unpacked did he find it. Wang Yuan had cried when he read it, of course he did.