"Happy birthday, Lena." There were bags around his eyes as his tired gaze fell upon her, but even then, one couldn't deny a hint of emotion that rose in his eyes at the sight of Lena.
"Cliff..."
She felt at loss for words as tears ran down her cheeks. It truly had been so long since she'd seen him.
"What's wrong?" he urged. There was just something intimidating inside his gaze that would make anyone quake in sight.
Lena turned, looking down on the pavements beneath her feet.
"You...today..." She trailed off, trying to gather her nerves.
After a few seconds of leaning into him, she was finally able to raise her head and look him in the eye. "I–I don't love him that much. I think we broke up."
He stood there like a tree, guarding her from the howling winds and harsh rains. His arms enveloped her, pulling her deep into his warmth.
"You'll find a better man," he said softly. His voice was calming, enough to put even a baby to rest. "Don't be so harsh on yourself."
"Really?"
She sniffled. There was just something about Cliff Huo that always seemed to put her mind at ease.
"You will," he confirmed.
"I–I feel dizzy." Finally relaxed, Lena's shoulders sagged in relief, almost losing balance at that moment. Her vision started to whirl around her.
Her forehead was already starting to burn up.
It was always like this – ever since they were kids. She'd always rely on Cliff Huo whole heartedly.
As long as he was by her side, she'd be happy. It felt as if the sun was brighter and the stars shone when she was with him.
If Sherlock didn't want her, then she didn't want him either. That was fine!
All she wanted was Cliff, just him, always him.
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