Meical was consumed by a whirlwind of emotions, the weight of decades of longing and rejection crashing down on him like a tidal wave. He felt like he was drowning in his pain, unable to catch his breath.
The beauty of the garden around him - the vibrant roses, the warm sunshine, the gentle breeze - seemed to mock him, a cruel reminder of the turmoil raging inside.
He turned away from Tatiana, his vision blurred by tears, and stumbled away, his hands shaking uncontrollably.
His mind was a jumbled mess, but one thought kept surfacing: Min-jae.
He needed Min-jae, needed his calm, his steady presence.
He found Min-jae in the courtyard, standing tall and serene, his eyes fixed on the sky. Meical's heart ached with gratitude as he saw him, and he couldn't help but run to him, throwing himself into Min-jae's arms.
Min-jae's gentle voice was a soothing balm to his battered soul. "Did you speak to your family?" he asked, his words a gentle probe into Meical's raw emotions.
