Rebirth

The rain never stopped.

It drummed endlessly against the roof tiles, poured down the broken walls of the panuwat estate, and seeped into the cracks of Mos’s ruined heart. He remembered kneeling in the withered chrysanthemum garden, whispering Banky’s name until his voice broke. He remembered the crushing silence that followed. And then—nothing.

Death came like a shadow, swallowing him whole.

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When Mos opened his eyes again, the world was unbearably bright.

He gasped, sitting upright. His hand flew to his chest. His body felt… lighter. Stronger. There was no wound, no rain, no ruin. Instead, sunlight streamed through the carved windows of his old chamber. The silk drapes were new, the air rich with the fragrance of sandalwood.

He staggered to his feet, every nerve burning with disbelief.

“This… this is—”

A bronze mirror stood on the table. Mos approached it slowly, his reflection coming into view. The face staring back at him was his own—sharper, untouched by grief or downfall. Younger.

His breath caught.

This was the face he had before everything collapsed. Before the vow shattered his world.

A knock sounded at the door.

“Young Master Mos,” a familiar voice called gently. “The banquet is about to begin.”

Mos froze. That voice—

The door slid open.

Banky stepped inside, dressed in pale blue robes, his expression soft, carrying a jug of wine. The very image of the boy who had stood beside him at the banquet years ago.

Mos’s heart lurched violently. His throat tightened as he stumbled forward, almost reaching out with trembling hands.

Banky… he’s here. Alive. Smiling…

The memories of his end came flooding back—the betrayal he felt, the words Banky had spoken: “This isn’t love.”

For the first time in his life, Mos’s knees weakened. His arrogance, his certainty, his fury—all of it shattered under the weight of seeing Banky again.

“Banky…” His voice cracked like a broken man’s. “You’re alive.”

Banky blinked in confusion, tilting his head slightly. “Young Master Mos… are you unwell? Of course I’m alive. I’ve always been by your side.”

Mos’s chest clenched painfully. The gods had been cruel to him once. Now, they had granted him a second chance.

This time, he swore, he would not waste it.

But deep in his heart, another question burned:

Would he change… or would his vow lead him down the same path of obsession once more?

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✨ End of Chapter 4 – Rebirth.✨

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