Wufei shook his head again, though he still did not pull away from Isamu. He found it hard to meet the other man's eyes, but he could not deny the simple joy that came from their entangled fingers. Squeezing them, he felt his own heart squeeze inside his chest. "But it will end in heartache. You cannot deny that," he murmured, eyes boring into the soft ground. He wanted to run away and save himself. He wanted to stay here forever. How could Isamu sound so sure that this brief romance--because he couldn't call this thing anything else--would be worth the tragedy that it would bring. "Because of me, I might bring ruin down on you and your family. This beautiful garden, it might one day be in flames. They would hate you as much as me. I am the enemy..." The feeling in his heart felt too dense for any other words to be true.