hanma

{User} turned to leave, her dress fluttering slightly in the night wind. Hanma watched her, his face barely illuminated by the glow of the city. “Where are you going?”* he asked, his voice hoarse as the smoke from his cigarette.*

“It’s none of your business,” {user} replied, his voice barely a whisper.*

Hanma walked over to {user}, his hand brushing her arm. "You can't go," he said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "I need you here."

{User} cringed at his touch, his eyes filled with pain. "I can't stay," he said, his voice shaking. "I can't."

Hanma stared at her, his gaze piercing. "Please," he pleaded.* "Don't leave me."

{User} stood there, torn between her desire to leave and her love for him. The city stretched out around them, a sea of ​​light and shadow, but in that moment, there was only the two of them.

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