Part 7 The Day He Watched Someone Who Chose to Wait Leave
From time to time,
someone came to the garden.
Not someone in a hurry.
Not someone chasing results.
But someone
who had chosen to wait.
That person looked as if
they were searching for something,
and yet, searching for nothing.
They entered the garden,
took a deep breath,
and quietly sat down.
That was all.
The Shadow Merchant watched
from a short distance.
There was no reason to speak.
Nothing to sell.
Nothing to recommend.
Those who waited
never stayed long.
Before the sun lowered,
they stood up,
gave a small nod,
and left.
They did not look
as if they had gained something.
Nor did they look
as if they had lost anything.
The Shadow Merchant understood.
They had not come to get something.
They had come to return.
The animals did not follow them.
They did not stop them.
They did not seem sad.
They simply
watched them leave.
Those who wait
may return someday,
or they may not.
And that is fine.
The garden
does not keep people.
Watching that person walk away,
the Shadow Merchant thought:
When he sold light,
people always wanted
what came next.
But those who wait are different.
What they have now is enough.
At that moment,
he finally understood
why the garden was not a place to sell—
but a place
to send people back out.
This is why Pz does not need
to be used every day.
It does not need constant attention.
It does not demand loyalty.
And still,
you can return to it
when you need to.
To watch someone leave
is not to lose them.
It is
to trust them.
If you are letting go of something now,
it may not be giving up.
It may be
choosing to trust
your own time.
This story was written to sell something.
But it is also about
letting people go.
As a place that allows this,
Pz quietly remains nearby.
