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A-Yuan still has the butterfly 16 years later because lwj made sure he would, determined that A-Yuan would keep hold of everything from that one beautiful day they got to spend together. Determined that A-Yuan would know all the ways his father loved him
A-Yuan still has the butterfly 16 years later because lwj made sure he would, determined that A-Yuan would keep hold of everything from that one beautiful day they got to spend together. Determined that A-Yuan would know all the ways his father loved him
He emulated the ways wwx loved A-Yuan at first, which was...difficult, though not as much as he thought it would be. His mother aside, his family had never showed open and carefree affection but...wasn& #39;t that what he learned from wwx?
So he mimicked wwx& #39;s love for A-Yuan until he learned how to show his own – and discovered they weren& #39;t very different at all, he& #39;d just never had the chance to try
Because of his illness A-Yuan remembered nothing and, as he grew, would sometimes ask about his family. lwj was honest, always, saying that he didn& #39;t know much but that they had loved him just as deeply as lwj did
As A-Yuan became older still and understood more, lwj was finally ready to give more details – that A-Yuan& #39;s father& #39;s love had been reckless, all-encompassing and that he& #39;d taught lwj to love the same way
That he was the best man lwj had ever known, always trying to protect the weak and defenseless, to do what was right
A-Yuan asked him, once, if lwj had loved him too.
“Very much,” he replied, voice rough, eyes wet, because he had never lied to his son and he wouldn& #39;t about this, either. “I will never love another.”
“Very much,” he replied, voice rough, eyes wet, because he had never lied to his son and he wouldn& #39;t about this, either. “I will never love another.”
That saddened A-Yuan but lwj assured him that all was well – his love for wwx had been a gift he had never expected or dreamed of getting, and even if he hadn& #39;t had A-Yuan, everything he& #39;d suffered would& #39;ve been worth it for that alone
“Still,” A-Yuan had pouted, “I hope someone makes you happy again someday.”
“You make me happy every day,” lwj promised
“You make me happy every day,” lwj promised
“I know, Dad,” A-Yuan grinned, even rolling his eyes a little and it warmed lwj& #39;s heart that his son was so certain of his love for him, “but it& #39;s not the same. You never know,” he urged, “the world is very large and strange. It could happen.”
“It could,” he said. “Though it seems unlikely.”
“But not impossible,” A-Yuan insisted, gesturing with his hand in a way that was so reminiscent of his father.
“But not impossible,” he conceded with fondness, though he didn& #39;t believe it
“But not impossible,” A-Yuan insisted, gesturing with his hand in a way that was so reminiscent of his father.
“But not impossible,” he conceded with fondness, though he didn& #39;t believe it
Less than a decade later, lwj heard a flute playing their song in the woods and he – moved. Ran, flew – without thinking, without breathing, his heart guiding him straight towards the thing he had always known he would never have again.
Straight towards the impossible
Straight towards the impossible
