The Veracity

43.No scope

Yibo's Pov.

I was lying on my bed when I woke up. And the first thing I saw when I woke up was Zhan's face.

My Zhan's face.

He was lying beside me, sleeping peacefully all naked.

Last night I made him cry a  lot, I bullied him to my heart's content, to the point that he passed out.

I felt a pain in my waist, he was rough as well last night. I leaned forward and kissed his forehead and then lips before getting off the bed.

"You shouldn't have done that"

I heard her say.

"He would be traumatized when he wakes up"

She said again 

"That's what I want, A-Xiang"

"Do you hate him that much?" 

I stood in front of the mirror and splashed my face with water, "No A-Xiang I don't hate him"

"Then do you love him?"

I didn't say anything, for a few minutes, "I am just mad at him, for getting involved in all this mess for getting involved with me"

"It's not his fault."

"That makes me even madder, I am angry that he so pure and innocent I am mad at him for being so perfect, I am mad at him for gaining a place in my heart."

She became quiet.

"I want to let him go but I can't, A-Xiang"

"Even if you let him go Yibo, he will never be happy"

"I know, if both of us are doomed then let's be doomed together if both of us a destined to remains cursed with sadness then let's be cursed together".

I moved away from the mirror and took a hot bath, life is really cruel to me, but it was nice to Zhan, and now because of me, life has become cruel for Zhan as well.

Once my bath was finished I put on my bathrobe and went back to the room, Zhan was still sleeping, so I decided to go and buy something for breakfast, but not before handcuffing him again.

A little bit of morning walk is always pleasant.

When I came back home I went straight to my room and Zhan was slowly moving on the bed he was awake now.

He pressed his head with his hand and slowly sat up on the bed.

"You are awake," I said, my sudden voice scared him.

He looked at me with shock before his gaze became that of terror, he must be remembering last night's events and then he finally noticed his handcuffs.

A few days ago he would always smile, at me, he would always be happy to see my face as the first thing in the morning it was like his lucky charm that's what he told me one time but now he does not even want to look at me.

And that was annoying me, but then again I was the reason why he became like this, my Zhan was always smiling who was always happy suddenly became like this.

His smile was not genuine anymore, his eyes were dull and I knew that he was in pain and I was the reason for it,

"No, you aren't Yibo"

"Yes I am"

"If not you then somebody else, But Zhan had to get hurt one way or the other."

"Untie me," he said his voice was hoarse and his eyes were swollen he had handprints around his neck and his body was covered with bruises and wax.

I moved forwards but he only flinched and moved back.

Ouch.

Before he would be the first one to jump at me and now he is like this.

Just why.

Why does he have to be Xiao Zhan why dies he have to be Zhan why can't he be a normal human, why can't I be a normal human.

Why can't we have a good life, Why can't we have happiness?

Why do we have to get involved in this mess, pay for something our parents were involved in, just why is it like this?

Is there really no scope of happiness and peace for us?

I looked at Zhan, who was looking at me with caution.

"I said...Untie me" he said again.

If there is really no scope for us to be happy together if fate wants us to live a life of misery then fine.

I reached my hand forwards and grabbed his neck forcefully, before smashing our lips together, If he can't be together happily then we can be together miserably.

In both the way Zhan will always think of me, even if he hats me, it's okay at least he will never forget me, he will always think of me with strong emotion.

I hovered over him and looked at him with a bitter smile while he looked at me with disdain but his expression changed when he saw me.

Is it my smile?

No, it wasn't, It was my tears that even I didn't know had escaped from my eyes and were falling on his face.

"You..." he said and I couldn't hold back anymore so I hugged him tightly, very tightly.

My tears fell on his shoulders, he didn't hug me back, and neither did he struggle to get out of the hold, he just laid there like a corpse

After a while, I stopped crying and looked at him, with a bitter smile his expression had changed there wasn't terror or anger or sadness there anymore.

"Shall I tell you a story?"

Author's note: This chapter made me cry for some reason.