cr:wufandick
“So, why did you stop sailing?” Wufan pries, sloshing his drink side to side inside its tiny little home. He feels a little lighter than usual, but intended, that’s for sure.
Chanyeol presses his cheek to his palm, eyelids fluttering shut as he takes a sip from his cup. “All good things come to an end, Wufan, whether we love them or not.”
Wufan ignores the double meaning in his words and takes a gulp, only to pour more inside to make it feel more half full than half empty. “But I think,” Wufan inquires, “that fear shouldn’t rule you. You did what you could. You don’t have to constantly beat yourself up over it.”
“I hadn’t done enough,” Chanyeol sighs, “and it was a hobby, a way to pass the time. It was never meant for a long-term relationship.”
“But it will always be a part of you.”
“我说，怎么不出海了？”吴凡套他的话，来回晃着饮料瓶。感觉稍轻松了些，不过也在预料之中。
灿烈用手抚着胸口，啜一口茶，闭上眼睛，睫毛微颤着。“吴凡，万事都会走到头，不管咱愿不愿意。”
吴凡刻意忽略了这话的含沙射影，深吸一口气，安慰性地给半空的自己装底气。“但我觉得，”吴凡试探着，“你不能被害怕震住。你尽力了。你没必要总是用这个折磨自己。”
“我做的不够。”灿烈叹口气，“再说，这只是个兴趣爱好，是个消遣。从来都不是什么时间长的打算。”
“但它永远是你的一部分。”
