The whispers of our past《Yizhan version》

Chapter 5 (part 2)

Wang Yibo's POV

He came out of sudden, as if he just appeared in an eyeblink, from dust to a person, the wind flowing through his way too thin clothes for the cold and harsh winter while he turned his head, our eyes interacting before I saw the numbers inside them that formed a date, today.

His face was pale, snow-white with his blood-red lips, tempting me, and his eyes were twinkling like thousands of stars at a starry night, and even though from his clothing I could see he was poor, in his eyes I saw nothing more than his rich kindness . . .

A honk of a car was all that filled my ears, interrupting my train of thoughts before the world froze down in front of my eyes while my feet moved with the wind, this time chasing behind me; I ran and ran as fast as my feet could carry me, tackling the young boy in an embrace while we rolled off the road.

My back hit the painful ground with him luckily protected in my arms, the sounds of cars and voices screaming faded to the background before dying away while I realized I was holding a body, the body of a living human, within his eyes written the date of death, the date of today . . .

He got destined to die, of course, he was, everyone is the moment they're born, and here he was, in my arms, and I turned my head sideways, looking right into the pale-faced boy whose eyes were dark as the constellation with stars shining deep inside them, yet everything I was able to see were the numbers, to be exact, the dates that had changed . . .

The boy's eyes were so bright and clear like the river of the Styx, and I was drowning in them at the time, and the world froze around us, the sounds died away while we were interlocked into that timeless bubble, staring at each other, breathless.

And I realized I had committed a crime, using my power to save the one who was meant to die, but I also realized it was worth it, it would always be worth it . . .

My heart skipped a beat when his ice-cold fingers touched my face, making a cold shiver run down my spine before the real realization hit me. I would be a cursed one, no, I already was, and yet it felt nothing near . . . Bad . . . ?

My eyes shot open with a soft flutter with an unsettling feeling sinking down inside my chest, Xiao Zhan, who are you?

I shook the dream away, ruffling a hand through my messy hair in frustration; it was late, or so it seemed like since the moon was up and the stars were shining high in the sky.

Day after day passed, I stopped counting the dates since it didn't matter; every day seemed the same as the one of yesterday until Xiao Zhan arrived when he appeared; it was as if time started to tick again as if I had lived in a frozen time bubble.

The creaking of tacks under a foot made me move my head; my eyes, meeting Zhan's soft shining ones, he looked dazzling in the moonlight as he always did, I missed him, more than my heart wanted to give in to, I yearned for him.

He looked like he wanted to say something, so I kept quiet, waiting for him to speak, "D-Do you ever think about . . ." I couldn't hold back a smile because of his cute stuttering, as if I would bite him.

"Dead . . . ?" I let his question sink in with a soft chuckle, I kept my gaze on him, I switched positions, letting my legs bungle down off the tree while placing a finger on my chin, dead huh, bunny.

"I think about dying, but I don't want to die, not even close to it; in fact, my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, no I want to escape, I feel trapped, bored and claustrophobic here in this place," I waved around me to the forest, "there's too much to see outside there, too much to do outside there, and yet I find myself here, doing nothing at all, I'm still in this my bubble of existence. And I can't quite figure out what the hell I am doing here or how I can ever get out of here, so here I am, not living nor dead, just-" I let my voice become only a soft whisper when I spoke the last few words, his eyes glimmering with curiosity, "just existing . . ."