And Now She's Gone [Borromeo Series #2]

They always ask me what I feel for Jia.
And I never answer right away. Not because I don't know but because there are some truths too heavy to say in one breath.

My love for Jia is not loud. It doesn't break doors open or demand to be seen. It doesn't fight for attention, and it doesn't try to rewrite her story.

It simply... stays.

Even when she forgets. Even when she chooses someone else. Even when I become nothing more than a shadow standing at the edge of her life.

I love her in the way the sky loves the sea-
always above her, always watching her waves crash into things she can't control.

"Do you still love her?" they ask me sometimes.

And I almost laugh. Because the question assumes it ever stopped.

I do. Not in a way that demands she comes back to me. Not in a way that turns into anger or possession.

But in a way that quietly bleeds.

I remember her in pieces her voice saying my name like it meant something safe, her eyes looking at me like I was part of her world before everything shattered.

And now?

Now she's rebuilding herself. With me by her side.

I see it. I accept it. I don't fight it.

Because if Jia ever had to choose between being saved and being loved the way I love her...
I would choose her survival every single time.

Even if it means I lose her.

That is what makes my love dangerous.
Not because I would destroy for her but because I would disappear for her without hesitation.

There are nights I wonder what I am to her now. A memory? A mistake? A lesson she survived?

But even then, I don't hate her for it.

Because loving Jia was never about possession. It was about witnessing her exist softly, painfully, beautifullyeven when she was never fully mine.

And maybe that is the cruelest part.

I never stopped loving her...but I also never asked her to stay.

So I remain here, in silence, in distance, in restraint loving her in the only way I know how:

Not by holding her.

But by letting her go... every single day, all over again.