Sebastian
She never cries.
That's what pisses me off the most.
I can mock her, isolate her, reroute her assignments, humiliate her in the quietest ways possible—and she just takes it. Every time. That perfect little doll face blank and unreadable, her mouth always shut, her hands always folded like she's praying I'll leave her alone.
And still—never a single tear.
But today?Today I wanted to break her.
I didn't mean to, not at first. But she was there again—early, alone, looking so painfully out of place on the edge of the anatomy lab steps, hugging that cheap grey coat like it was armor. She had earbuds in. Her hair, that ridiculous waterfall of it, was pulled into a braid that still reached her waist. No one else was around.
And something in me… snapped.Maybe it was how quiet she looked. Maybe I wanted to see what sound she made when she shattered.
So I walked up to her.Didn't even give her time to look up.
"Still trying to prove you belong here?" I said, low, just for her. "It's pathetic, really. You're not special. Just a charity case someone forgot to weed out."
She stiffened.
I circled her like she was prey.
"You want to be a surgeon? With those soft little hands?" I leaned in closer. "You'll drop your first scalpel the moment someone bleeds too fast. You'll panic. You'll freeze. And someone will die."
Her chin trembled.
And I smiled.That should've been enough. That used to be enough.
But I couldn't stop.
"You know what they call you behind your back?" I lied. "Deadweight. No one wants you in their OR. No one trusts you. You walk around like some pretty little phantom hoping someone will be kind."
Then I leaned in closer, voice razor-sharp."But I won't be. Ever."
She looked up.Eyes glossy. Lashes wet. Her mouth parted like she was choking on her own breath.
And then—A tear fell.
Not dramatic. Not loud.Just a single drop down her left cheek. Quiet. Shattering.
I stood there like I'd been punched.
She wiped it quickly, but I'd already seen it. Felt it. The crack in her wall.
And something inside me recoiled.
This wasn't satisfaction.This wasn't power.
It was horror.
I'd made Rain Wang cry.I'd wanted to see her break.
And now that I had—I wanted to claw the moment out of time and take it back.
But it was too late.
She looked at me like I was something she'd never seen before. Something repulsive. Something that didn't deserve her silence.
And then she walked away.
Not fast. Not afraid.Like she'd finally stopped caring what I did.
Which was worse. So much worse.
She left her water bottle on the stairs.I picked it up. It was warm from her hand. My chest ached. My throat burned.
What the hell is wrong with me?
She never cried.And now I know why.
Because when she does—The world feels like it's ending.She Never Cries
Sebastian
She never cries.
That's what pisses me off the most.
I can mock her, isolate her, reroute her assignments, humiliate her in the quietest ways possible—and she just takes it. Every time. That perfect little doll face blank and unreadable, her mouth always shut, her hands always folded like she's praying I'll leave her alone.
And still—never a single tear.
But today?Today I wanted to break her.
I didn't mean to, not at first. But she was there again—early, alone, looking so painfully out of place on the edge of the anatomy lab steps, hugging that cheap grey coat like it was armor. She had earbuds in. Her hair, that ridiculous waterfall of it, was pulled into a braid that still reached her waist. No one else was around.
And something in me… snapped.Maybe it was how quiet she looked. Maybe I wanted to see what sound she made when she shattered.
So I walked up to her.Didn't even give her time to look up.
"Still trying to prove you belong here?" I said, low, just for her. "It's pathetic, really. You're not special. Just a charity case someone forgot to weed out."
She stiffened.
I circled her like she was prey.
"You want to be a surgeon? With those soft little hands?" I leaned in closer. "You'll drop your first scalpel the moment someone bleeds too fast. You'll panic. You'll freeze. And someone will die."
Her chin trembled.
And I smiled.That should've been enough. That used to be enough.
But I couldn't stop.
"You know what they call you behind your back?" I lied. "Deadweight. No one wants you in their OR. No one trusts you. You walk around like some pretty little phantom hoping someone will be kind."
Then I leaned in closer, voice razor-sharp."But I won't be. Ever."
She looked up.Eyes glossy. Lashes wet. Her mouth parted like she was choking on her own breath.
And then—A tear fell.
Not dramatic. Not loud.Just a single drop down her left cheek. Quiet. Shattering.
I stood there like I'd been punched.
She wiped it quickly, but I'd already seen it. Felt it. The crack in her wall.
And something inside me recoiled.
This wasn't satisfaction.This wasn't power.
It was horror.
I'd made Rain Wang cry.I'd wanted to see her break.
And now that I had—I wanted to claw the moment out of time and take it back.
But it was too late.
She looked at me like I was something she'd never seen before. Something repulsive. Something that didn't deserve her silence.
And then she walked away.
Not fast. Not afraid.Like she'd finally stopped caring what I did.
Which was worse. So much worse.
She left her water bottle on the stairs.I picked it up. It was warm from her hand. My chest ached. My throat burned.
What the hell is wrong with me?
She never cried.And now I know why.
Because when she does—The world feels like it's ending.