Wang Soobin is the youngest daughter of Wang Soohan who is one of the biggest industrialists in China. Her father wants her to join his bussiness and live a life of comfort. She studied bussiness and management from Shanghai Institute according to h...
Yu Bin was busy cleaning up the table. I wanted to help him. But he told me to sit on the couch and let him be.
Suddenly he turned back and asked, "Do you have nightmares, Wang-Soo?"
"Why do you ask?" I asked out of wonder, "Are you having those 'blindfolded' nightmares again?"
"No! no!" He shook his head vigorously, "I was just asking!"
I understood he was trying to deny the fact. He wanted to convince me as well as himself that he ain't afraid. I know how hard that is as I've been doing it all my life.
"You're not the only person trying to run away from your fears," I said while unattentively checking over the wound on my arm, "I have nightmares... too."
"I know you don't. If you're saying this for consoling me, then stop right there. I don't want you make up stories for me," Yu Bin suddenly changed his tone,"Do you think I'm that helpless?"
"If you won't believe what I say, then why ask me anyway?" I replied, "Why ask me if I have nightmares or not?"
"That doesn't mean you have to lie. Aren't you tired of lying yet? I'm not a kid anymore. I don't need fairy tales to fix my life," he said.
Keeping all his emotions confined for a long time must've been tough for him. Otherwise he wouldn't react this way.
I laughed lowering my head, "You think it's really fun to lie? You think I have a good time making up stories, don't you?"
"If it's really that bothersome, then shouldn't you stop doing it?" He asked.
"Trust me I don't want to lie to the people around me," I exhaled toughly, "And I don't wanna wake up, either. I have a much better time asleep. Because when I open my eyes, it's like a reverse nightmare to me. When people get up from nightmares, they feel so relieved. But why is it so different for me? Why do I wake up into a nightmare everyday?"
He didn't answer. Maybe I made him feel guilty again.
"I know you want me to stop lying so that I can live better," I tried to smile looking at him, "But I've gotten stuck into the cage I built with the lies I've told. And wasn't it obvious? So I don't blame my fate. This trap of lies is an incurable disease, just like your chronic anxiety."
I put my hand on his shoulder, "Like I told you earlier, you should stop bothering about people who aren't your responsibility."
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"Yeah, I SHOULDN'T bother. I SHOULDN'T care. Why am I the only one that SHOULD do everything?" He moved my hand off his shoulder with anger, "You know what? You are the one that SHOULDN'T have come into my life 4 years ago."
I grabbed the edge of the chair tightly, my arms clenched. Maybe this is how it feels to break a friendship. My tears had dried over years ago. Why cry over some bond which is destined to be broken sooner or later?
