TSN—ME—What if

"Why?!" Mark raised his claws like an enraged leopard, "I've backed down to this point! Why?!"

Eduardo didn't care about the pain in the back of his head, he stared at Mark intently, ignoring the dangerous aura on Mark, as if just looking at him quietly could calm him down.

"Answer me!" Mark roared, even increasing the strength in his hand.

Mark Zuckerberg never got so angry, he always treated everything with a calm attitude, because he thought he was superior to others. Eduardo thought, looking at the anger in the other's eyes.

The rage burns into Eduardo's eyes, and he can't escape.

"Back down?" Eduardo heard his own voice, coldly, "You told me to back down?"

He stretched out his hand and broke away Mark's hand who seemed to be digesting his reaction, "Speak well and don't move, you said, we need to talk, talk is with your mouth, if you forget."

Eduardo sat up, raised his hand and rubbed the back of his head and neck, feeling sorry for himself, but also ashamed of himself who couldn't fight back.

"What are you giving up?" he asked.

Mark's eyes were deep, and he didn't hide his surprise, he didn't seem to have imagined Eduardo's rhetorical question.

"What are you giving in to?" Eduardo asks again, so calmly, like a children's carol.

"..."

The two looked at each other, and the air was so sticky that it was hard to breathe.

Mark purses his lips, an action Eduardo is familiar with, so he interrupts him just as he's about to speak.

"Let me help you answer, what you're thinking is that I stay away from you because of the way you treated Sean, I'm emotional and naive so I can't accept your ways." Eduardo rested his head on the back of the bench seat and pulled out at Mark A mocking smile, "You've had enough of me being stupid and emotional, haven't you?"

Eduardo is the target this time, and he doesn't seem bothered or introspective by Mark's anger.

"I came to talk to you, but you pushed me away, shouldn't I be angry?"

Mark doesn't answer Eduardo's words but stares at him, trying to find more of what he needs to decipher in the other's face, and turns the conversation in another direction.

The Eduardo in front of him was not the one he was familiar with, at least not yet.

This Eduardo knows how to control his emotions, he no longer writes his thoughts on his face, so that people can no longer see through his emotions at a glance.

When did it start? Eduardo Saverin strayed from his perception without him noticing.

Mark Zuckerberg is too lazy to think about those people in the past tense, but he has to think back in order to find the right track. He has to correctly find out the reasons why Eduardo Saverin is like this, so as to gain the upper hand when the two argue.

"You don't have to be like this, as you said, I'm just a transition, and so are you to me." Eduardo said, with an all-conquering flatness on his face.

Mark frowned, deeper this time than ever before.

"You've gone too far, Wardo, you should stop. I didn't come to ask you for that 12% stake, and I didn't come to cut you off. It's pretty clear to me now that you don't take Facebook seriously, and you don't need to Repeat this over and over again. You don't need to provoke me with anything that you find pleasant, it means nothing to me."

Mark convinced himself to be more patient in his heart, his purpose was not to provoke the other party to drive him away.

"Really? Was it a ghost that was just angry?" Eduardo sneered.

"I said 'again', quote marks." Mark reached out and fingered two giant quote marks in the air, which looked a little funny.

But Eduardo was unmoved, and perfunctorily said that he understood: "Oh."

Eduardo's perfunctory allowed Mark to analyze the situation: "You're afraid of me, I know, our previous relationship was too one-sided, and neither of us thought about getting to know each other in depth. When I showed my true nature, you found it difficult to accept. This is psychologically There are at least twenty arguments."

Eduardo shook his head: "…Not just that."

"What I don't think is important, you don't think it should be profane, that's the difference between you and me. If you want an answer, then I tell you I know it, I knew it before, and I don't think it's just because of you I have to change myself. I know what I want, I know what I lack, and I fight for it. No one in the world can stand in front of me and accuse me, because I have succeeded, and history books are for me. Written by the victor."

Eduardo was not swayed by the other party's long talk, his eyes were a little empty, and he said to himself: "I have waited for you countless times, countless times..."

"I understand your attitude of keeping a distance from me, but it doesn't mean I can accept your attitude."

Eduardo tilted his body to make himself more comfortable: "I need my father's approval to be careful all the time, and my friends are very playful. They think college is for fun, and I think so. You are different , you look different from them. I obviously have so many things to do, but I just go to you, take time out, and make myself look free..."

"Our values ​​are different. We didn't say whose values ​​we have to accept. We are just in a state of adjustment. People's values ​​are naturally different. If they had a stronger will, then Facebook would have been created long ago. It's not created by me." Mark elaborated, and the words between the lines were actually the views that Eduardo once held.

"I'm afraid you'll forget me if I don't go to you, because you just seem or act so fickle."

In the empty church, what was left was the two talking to themselves. The sound echoed in the silent space, and the air trembled and repeated.

"They said I lost you. I didn't lose you, we just didn't have a visual connection."

Mark's calm words hit Eduardo's heart like an alarm bell, and when his mind was buzzing, he seemed to hear the sound of his heart being crushed. Everything was destroyed in an instant.

Have they lost each other?

Yes.

At least he thought so.

He used to think he was calm and self-controlled, but everything changed after he met Mark Zuckerberg. He became impulsive and irritable, but he always wanted to show his best side in front of the other party.

The opponent is his weakness, his weakness, nothing he can do.

It took Eduardo a moment to adjust himself, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled wryly: "...Yeah, it's still the same Mark Zuckerberg, it hasn't changed."

Mark was not sure which sentence resonated with the other party, and continued: "You and I are alienated, so I look for reasons in myself, maybe I am not good, but why do you take it for granted that I cannot change? No one will live forever In the past, you didn't."

Eduardo's wry smile froze at the corner of his mouth: "So have you changed?"

Mark couldn't hear the emotion in his voice: "You don't know."

Obviously very ambiguous answer, but Eduardo understood the meaning of the other party: Because you are not with me, so you don't know, and you have no right to say that you know.

He hated being able to interpret the other person's self.