The whispers of our past《Yizhan version》

Chapter 4 (part 1)

Xiao Zhan's POV

It was a dazzling night which was carrying a light atmosphere of mystery within it, and the stars shone high and bright in the sky while the toxic scent of the forest invaded my nose thrills making a small smile creeping towards my lips.

I had been having this weird dream lately.

The snow-white skin, so pale and yet so graceful like the full white moon, smooth black hair hiding his dark, but lighting eyes, the boy sat in the corner of the room huddled in the darkness.

He looked scared in that hidden corner of the room, his face hidden behind his small hands he almost looked like a porcelain doll, so pretty yet fragile.

His heartbeat went crazy like a fire burning down a house for a second he thought to hear the faint voices mixed with light footsteps somewhere outside there, and he held his breath, scared.

The little boy went deeper into the corner, trying to hide more, and he slowly cradled himself trying to listen to his unstable breath to calm down, but all he felt at that moment was the anxiety.

In the dead silence, Zhan started praying in nothingness, he never believed anything because he never got the chance to learn, but at this moment he felt the sweat dripping from his forehead and all that mattered was that this would be over as soon as possible.

The fear was slowly with the second that passed eating him alive, and he felt his own fragile body breaking in the silence, the panic taking over his mind he stood up, slowly walking towards the door, ignoring the alarm bells inside his mind.

He quietly tiptoed towards the door gently keeping his ear against the door, and all he heard was his own hasty breath.

His heart was about to explode every moment, and he carefully peeked through the door lock, and he shivered of an unknown fear that took over his body, but still, there was nothing to see.

He slowly got all his courage together and opened the door with on a small ajar, but even before he even had the chance to whimper, it all became dark in front of his vision, and the last thing he remembered was a voice that sounded too familiar because it was the voice he would have recognized out of thousand, she whispered, "sorry," light as a feature in his ear and the boy fainted into a deep slumber of darkness.

The dream got blurred though it felt like an old remembrance of a memory who had faded with a long time, the voice I had heard in my dreams was so familiar like a lullaby who cradled me into sleep if the melodies of the weren't filled with something that sounded like pain.

I shook the memory away while I unconsciously touched the wound on my hand, just like the years ago I had climbed through the window to come here, I knew what I was doing was dangerous yet I could not stop myself as if a small voice inside me forced me to come here as if this home was connected by an invisible string to my heart . . .

"He did not want love, he wanted to be loved, and that was entirely different . . ."

I looked hastily around me searching for its descent of the voice, this was not the same voice from the person I used to know, this was someone else, someone who's voice was darker, and I shivered at the thought.

"You know, you can't be here without danger, and yet you did not listen to him," light rustles were heard somewhere in the bushes, but no shadow was visible, it was as if the person who talked was invisible.

I closed my eyes for a small second before opening them and scanning through the trees when I noticed the colour lilac, it was light yet demanding because of the black that was mixed throughout the beautiful colour of lilac, this person had gone through a lot, and still, his aura was so bright fighting against the black darkness.