[completed] The Untame Wang #9 is an NBA basketball player with a short fuse. Shen Yue is a counselor that needs to help him face his darkness to shade light to his life, so she thinks.
Misunderstood Dylan Wang wants nothing to do with anger manage...
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That moment when you end up going where your heart leads.
- Anna H.
The pain was unbearable. Her hands fidgeting.
Where do I go? Him. Go to him. Where to cease resistance? He's not your enemy.
She could try to silence her thoughts, yet that little voice inside of her was never going to halt.
She didn't know where she was going. She drove in circles until she found herself outside his house.
How many times had she drove up to that street and turned right back?
How many times had she cried with her head resting on the steering wheel?
The need for comfort. The need to end her anguish had her knocking on his door.
The security said he was gone.
She entered a panic attack.
She didn't let the guard tell her Dylan was gone to a photoshoot.
Her common sense didn't kick in. Where else would he be?
She sulked inside her car. Her heart was not breaking even. Her heart was breaking every single day. And everyday it became harder to breathe, harder to be.
She had finally pushed him away.
He has didn't want her anymore? Where was he?
You left him when he needed you the most!
That crushed her, she couldn't escape her mind.
That mind which had no mercy, had no tact. That mind that punished her.
She tried to call him in a frantic way.
Once there was answer hope installed itself again.
"Dylan?"
The other person on the line was Coach Yan.
"I'm sorry, he actually left his phone in my car, he's gone to a photoshoot. I'll let him know you called."
She could barely utter, "thank you."
Even Coach Yan felt her affliction.
That day alone without his warm embrace she put her own technique to practice.
Her trembling arms crossed to her chest. It was her way to hold her bleeding heart. "It's ok." She sobbed. She repeated over and over again.
She calmed herself down to be able to drive home.
The minute the key turned the lock she lost it again. She felt an excruciating pain that no painkillers could take away.
