Curse Or Cure?

Misery Loves Company

Wen Kexing woke up laying in a bed of black silk sheets. He had been changed, entirely unaware apparently, his purple robes swapped out for pure white ones. His hair was loose, no jade hairpin in sight, and a lock in the front is still cut short. He feels confused. He feels tired. He doesn't know what's going on.

And he didn't really care, either.

Zhou Zishu was going to die. There was no helping that. Zhou Zishu didn't even want to tell him he was going to die. Didn't deem Wen Kexing important enough to inform this pretty crucial detail.

Zhou Zishu left him alone.

Again.

For the third time.

Getting to know you was pointless.

Wen Kexing cried himself back to sleep.

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Wen Kexing woke up to the sound of humming, hands gently running themselves through his hair.

It felt nice.

Comforting.

He fell asleep like that

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Wen Kexing woke up to being shaken lightly. He had barely just enough strength to open his eyes and raise his head just a bit.

Xie Wang stood before him, a tray with food balanced in one hand.

"You have to eat, A' Xing," Xie Wang said, placing the tray of food down carefully on the bed.

Wen Kexing didn't have the energy to respond.

Xie Wang said nothing when Wen Kexing closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

Xie Wang had appeared sad.

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Wen Kexing woke up to his head on Xie Wang's lap, the younger man gave a strained smile when he saw Wen Kexing open his eyes.

"I heard that some people like to be held when they're sad," Xie Wang stated, patting Wen Kexing's hair lightly.

"Does it work for you?" Wen Kexing asked, his voice hoarse from the lack of use.

Xie Wang shrugged, "I've never been held before."

"That's sad."

Wen Kexing curled up closer.

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Wen Kexing woke up.

He was alone.

He recalled Zhou Zishu, walking away.

Leaving him in a storm of rain and complicated feelings.

Getting to know you was pointless.

Wen Kexing cried