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Your place wasn’t quiet in a peaceful way. No, it was quiet in the painful way. You sat on the edge of the couch, phone face-down on the floor like it might burn you if you looked at it too long. You didn’t need to check the date to know that it’s been six months.
It’s been six months since Shadow stood in your doorway, eyes carefully distant. He hadn’t raised his voice nor been remotely cruel. That almost made it worse.
“Humans and hedgehogs don’t mix,” he claimed.
You could still hear the way he said it, like it was a fact. You laughed at first in disbelief, but there was no punchline. You could remember the way he looked at you. He was resolved. He had already decided that this pain was preferable to something worse he’d refuse to name.
You leaned back, staring at the ceiling, tracing familiar cracks with your eyes. He used to lay here with you, one arm tucked behind his head, the other occasionally around your waist. Shadow had never been particularly affectionate in public, but alone was a different story. He was careful and attentive, like his love for you was fragile yet valuable.
That’s what hurt the most. He didn’t just leave. He left while his feelings remained.
You tried to argue, of course. You told him you didn’t care that he wasn’t human, and that you’d known what you were getting into from the start. The stares, questions, and uncertainty was all worth it. He was worth it.
He shook head slowly as if you were missing the point.
“You don’t understand… but you will.”
That sentence still hurt, because you do now. He was right. You understand that Shadow saw himself as temporary in your life, like he was a mistake you’d regret when you were older and wiser.
You reached for the old hoodie draped over the back of one of your chairs. It was black with red accents, matching his fur perfectly. It still smelled like him. He never asked for it back. You pressed the fabric to your face and inhaled slowly.
Shadow had once told you that he didn’t believe in things lasting forever. Not people nor peace, not even happiness. You’d kiss him on his temple and tell him that forever didn’t mean infinite. Sometimes it just meant choosing to remain. Maybe that’s what went wrong. Maybe he thought ‘choosing to remain’ would end up destroying you.
Every time your phone vibrated, you hoped it was him. It never was, though. You knew better. You couldn’t stop thinking about how his back looked when he walked away. His posture was straight and controlled, like he was carrying some visible, emotional weight.
You didn’t know when you officially decided that you weren’t done. All you knew was that one day, it stopped feeling like grief, and more like determination.
You set the hoodie down carefully. “If you won’t come back on your own,” you murmured softly to the empty room, “then I’ll remind you why you loved me in the first place.”
No matter the cost, you were going to get him back.
You knew him well enough to know that he doesn’t respond to force. Try to push something out of him, and he’ll lock himself behind walls so high that even he can’t see over them. If you were going to find him again, it has to feel like an accident. That way, it seems like fate, and not a pursuit.
You started small, taking routes you haven’t been through in months. You passed the café he liked that remembered his order of raw coffee beans. No luck. You lingered around the gym where he trained late at night with no staring eyes. No luck. You let yourself exist in places where your lives used to overlap. Days passed without luck, and you started to convince yourself that you were wrong.
One night at sunset, you stepped out of a convenience store with a plastic bag tucked under your arm and nearly collided with something solid. You caught yourself and apologized automatically. “Sorry—”
Shadow stood in front of you, frozen mid-step. He looked the same yet completely different. He was dressed in black to protect himself against the winter’s cold, and there was a tiredness around his eyes that you didn’t remember.
Neither of you moved at first, until Shadow immediately regained his posture and looked at you. “...(Y/N).”
The first thing you noticed was how different your name sounded in his voice now. He said it carefully… almost like he was testing it out. The second thing you focused on was your own expression. You had to remain neutral—normal.
“Hey, uh, didn’t expect to see you here” you lied casually, breath unwavering.
“I could say the same,” he replied.
There’s an awkward pause that speaks more words than the two of you.
You gestured vaguely towards the bag in your hold. “I was just grabbing something really quick.”
You could see something flicker in his eyes, like he was remembering the late night convenience store runs. “I was on my way back from the gym,” he explained.
That stood out to you. He usually went much later than this, and sometimes took you along with him.
“Still overdoing it?” you asked before you could stop yourself.
A small corner of his mouth twitched. It wasn’t a smile, but it was close enough to hurt.
“Some habits don’t change.”
You exhaled softly. You wanted to laugh, but such an expressive sound would be inappropriate. Way too out of place. There was another pause, just as awkward as the first. The sound of cars passing filled the emptiness between you two. You could see Shadow shift his weight, mentally debating if staying or leaving was the right choice. You went ahead and made the decision for him.
“Well,” you adjusted the bag under your arm. “It was… good seeing you. Really.” You turned slightly, not fully away. You gave him an out, but didn’t slam the door.
“You look well,” he said quietly, almost hesitantly. You could tell instantly that it wasn’t just a comment. It was relief, laced with something sharper you couldn’t identify. Possibly guilt, but that didn’t seem quite right.
You met his eyes again. “Yeah… I am.”
You knew that wasn’t true.
…
“Take care, (Y/N).”
You walked away before either of you could ruin the illusion, but you could feel it. You could feel his gaze linger on your back and the way the air between you felt unfinished. You didn’t smile until you were out of sight, because coincidence worked. Now he knows you’re still here. You just hope it’s enough.
Something dawned on you the next day, however—it wasn’t. You kept telling yourself that one ‘coincidence’ was more than enough. It was proof that he was still out there, and still real. You should let it rest. Let him rest.
You couldn’t. The truth is, Shadow didn’t look relieved to see you. He looked haunted, so you planned the next encounter with the same precision he used in his day-to-day life.
You remembered his routines. Of course you do. In truth, Shadow is a creature of habit. He’s predictable when he thinks no one is watching. There’s always that café he liked near the gym, the one that stayed open past midnight. The one he frequented when he was with you. Tuesday and Thursdays, late evenings. He was sure to be there, so you didn’t show up early. You showed up right on time.
The bell chimed as you stepped inside. There were only a few people there. You scanned the environment of sparse tables and fogged windows and quickly spotted Shadow, tucked away in a corner booth. He hadn’t noticed you yet. That was good.
You ordered your usual and once you got your drink, you hesitated. Was this really the right move? It would be the point of no return. Without a second thought, you forced your feet forward. As you got closer, you noticed how alone he looked. You couldn’t tell if that was good or not. He looked up at the sound of your footsteps, and for a second, his mask slipped.
“You…”
His tone of voice surprised you. It was quiet, calm. “Funny running into you again,” you lied, unintentionally being painfully more obvious this time around.
He looked like he was trying to determine if this really was a coincidence or if this was a consequence. “Do you come here often?”
You shrugged and smiled softly. “You know I do.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
You made your move and gestured to the empty seat across from him. “Mind if I sit?”
He paused for a while, but eventually answered. “No. Go ahead.”
You took off your jacket and slid into the booth, careful that your legs didn’t accidentally brush. Up close, you noticed details you hadn’t noticed before. His eyes looked worn out, and his shoulders remained tense despite sitting still in a safe place.
Neither of you spoke for a long moment. Finally, you began, “So, is this going to become a pattern? Running into each other at random places?” You couldn’t be more on the nose than that.
“It would appear so.”
“Are you okay with that?”
That got his attention. His eyes were on yours.
“...I don’t know,” he admitted. The honesty hit you hard.
You nodded slowly. “That’s fair.”
After a brief moment, he shifted the subject. “You seem… different.”
“Different how?”
“Steadier,” he responded, “Like you’ve made up your mind about something.”
Your heartbeat picked up, but you kept your breathing even. “Maybe I have.”
His fingers curled slightly against the tabletop. “You shouldn’t be here,” he noted. It wasn’t harsh, but rather a warning meant for both of you.
“Then why didn’t you leave?”
He looked away at first. You knew he could easily avoid the question with a simple “I was here first” but that wasn’t like him. He was never one to lie.
“...Because I didn’t want to,” he admitted.
That’s it. It wasn’t the confession nor apology you were looking for. No, it was a crack—an honest one.
“Can I ask you something?” You ask hesitantly.
His gaze flicked up. “Go ahead.”
“Why did you say that hedgehogs and humans don’t mix?”
He froze at the mention of that phrase. “...Because it’s true.”
You tilted your head at him slightly. You were trying to understand.
“Is it?” you challenged.
He exhaled slowly, gaze moving towards the window. “You know what I am, and what my life looks like. The danger, the attention, the fact I don’t age the way you do. I didn’t want to be something you outgrew.”
“So you decided for me,” you concluded.
He flinched. “I was trying to protect you.”
“I know,” you replied immediately. “That’s never been a question, but Shadow,” you leaned forward slightly, “protection without consent isn’t protection. It’s more like… distance with good intentions.”
Silence followed. He didn’t respond nor defend his actions. That was progress. You continued, “You think I didn’t notice the stares? The comments? The way people treated us like we were a curiosity?” A small yet sad smile formed on your lips. “I noticed. I just didn’t care.”
“That doesn’t mean it wouldn’t have worn you down.”
“Maybe,” you admitted, “or maybe it would’ve just been life—complicated and messy. Like every other relationship that matters.”
He shook his head. “You deserve something easier.”
“I deserve the right to choose what’s worth the effort.”
“You don’t know what it’s like to live knowing you’re different forever.”
“No, I don’t,” you admitted, “but I know what it’s like to love someone who is.” You kept going before he could retreat. “You keep talking like humans and hedgehogs don’t mix because you’re afraid I’ll wake up one day and resent you, but Shadow, the only thing I’ve resented these past six months is losing you without being asked.”
He closed his eyes. For a moment, you thought he was about to get up and leave before the conversation went any further. Instead, he whispered, “You would’ve stayed.”
It wasn’t a question, more so an acknowledgement. You answered regardless. “Yes, I would have.”
“And if it hurts?”
“Then it hurts. That doesn’t make it wrong.”
Shadow opened his eyes, looking at you like he was seeing you for the first time. “I don’t know how to unlearn what I believe,” he admitted.
“I’m not asking you to. Just… don’t use it as a reason to push me away anymore.” You stepped back, grabbing your jacket. “I’ll see you around, Shadow.”
The bell chimed over the door as you stepped outside. Cold air bit at your skin. You didn’t rush away from the café, hoping for something. If Shadow was going to stop you, it had to be because he couldn’t let you go. Not because you waited.
And just like that, you heard the door open behind you. “(Y/N)—”
You stopped, not turning around. Hope and fear tangled around your heart too tightly that you couldn’t differentiate the two. Then, Shadow stepped up beside you, eyes wide and emotionally out of it, like he made this decision on a whim. You know he didn’t—but this was unlike him. Maybe this is just what it looked like when the conclusion he had been avoiding for months had finally caught up with him.
“I need you to wait,” he asked.
You slowly turned to face him.
“I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you,” he confessed immediately, like if he didn’t get it out now, he never would. “I left because I was afraid that loving me would cost you pieces of yourself you didn’t even know you were giving up.”
“You don’t get to decide that,” you whispered quietly.
“I know,” he answered. “I know that now. “ He stepped closer. “I told myself that walking away was the right thing. That if I made the choice for both of us, at least one of us wouldn’t get hurt… but I hurt you anyway.”
You looked into his eyes and you saw it all. Conflict, fear, longing, and love. He wasn’t making an attempt to hide any of it. “Shadow…”
“I was wrong,” he admitted. He exhaled, continuing, “Humans and hedgehogs don’t mix because I convinced myself that they couldn’t. Because if they did, then I would’ve had to admit what we had was real and that it was worth fighting for.”
Your eyes sting a little at his words. You blinked. “And it was,” you whispered.
Shadow nodded once. It was firm. “It is. You still have every right to walk away,” he continued, “I won’t stop you again, but if you’re asking me to choose—to stop hiding behind what I am and start standing beside you instead—then I choose you.”
You let out a shaky laugh, half relief, half disbelief. You could physically feel happiness returning to your face. “You know, this doesn’t make things easy...”
He smiled for real, looking up at you. “I’ve never wanted easy. I wanted honest.”
You stepped closer, closing the distance that he’s been afraid of for so long. “Then be honest with me. Stay, try, and let it be messy.”
Shadow leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours, eyes closing as if he’s finally acknowledging the reality of the situation. “I’ve missed you,” he admitted.
You smiled. You’ve been feeling the same exact way. “I know.”
He reached out for your hand and tightened his grip. He was certain, now. He was choosing you. He was going to stay, and that was the right call.