The whispers of our past《Yizhan version》

Chapter 4 (part 2)

Wang Yibo's POV

Somewhere in the deepness of the forest behind me, I heard the clear shoutings of names; names I couldn't remember because they had made them fade, the sound was followed by footsteps behind me; coming faster, closer and becoming louder with the second that passed, and I knew that I had to come in action and run or at least do something, yet my feet didn't move a single inch, as if something kept me from moving, an invisible spell.

A dark shape appeared in front of me, and without thinking twice I rushed towards it as if my body wasn't mine anymore, but the shadow looked somewhat familiar in too many ways, so my feet keep moving and moving closer to the person, even though I did not remember why I was here or what I had done to be here, this person in front of me seemed to have answers.

When I finally reached the dark shape that turns out to be a person like I expected, but he looked up at me, and while he did everything got a little darker, and I felt the air around us growing cooler than before, a chill shiver runs down through my back spine, it was a cold yet intriguing feeling.

The shadow slowly enveloped the sun, until all that remained left was a bright radiance around a dark circle, but suddenly, the ground shook violently beneath my feet and a deep rumble echoes across the field, but I ignored it, all I needed right now were answers.

I stared at him, his eyes were just like I remembered as deep as constellations, he was the reason of my punishment I realized when our eyes collided, and yet if someone asked me what I would do if I could choose again, I would still do it, he was worth it just by the look, he would be worth everything, and I desperately tried to grab his hand when the ground under my feet disappeared.

But all I could do was open my mouth to let an unheard scream escape, filling the cold silence and rippling through his body, his skin was pale like the moon, his lips blood-red, and his eyes in which stars danced like flames, they were watching me while he didn't move a limb.

And just before everything blacked out, I tried to call out his name, the name of the reason for my punishment, the name of the person I saved in exchange of my own life, the name that they had thought I forgot, but it was the only one word left in my blank mind, "Zhan . . ."

I shot up, my eyes widened open, the sweat dripping on my back while my breath hitched, I immediately closed my eyes against the moonlight flaming in my vision, placing my eyes in front of my closed eyes while leaning back on the tree lazily, telling myself it was just a damned dream again, the same nightmare that had been following me for centuries.

The memory of my past that I tried to hide for the outside world, and not only for them, also for my most trusted person that as like a brother to me; Haoxuan, and maybe I was trying to run away from it myself too . . .

Actually, I had told one single lie throughout this lifetime to Haoxuan, that was when he asked me if I knew why I was staying here in this damned jail, I told him, yes, but the truth was that I had no idea why I was here.

It was because only the worst cases would be locked up here and only the ones who were worse than that wouldn't be remembering why, and even though I had never asked Haoxuan to why he lingered here, he had never asked about mine staying here too after that one single time, as if that was an unspoken rule between us.

Sometimes, just sometimes I would get flutters of recollections of the past, but too short to be able to make an actual story line out of it, almost like you get to see a small part of one great picture every time, like a puzzle that is mixed with a memory game, I long ago gave up on finding out the reason I got locked away here, maybe because they wanted me to die away here.