"Promise me one thing Yibo. You will never fall in love with me."
"Why Zhan?"
"It's forbidden. To me, it's fatal."
After losing a valuable part of his life at an early age, Xiao Zhan decided to try his hand on sculpture. Soon enough, his talent...
In this chapter, there are mentions of death, suicidal thoughts, and triggering comments. If anyone has any problem with these things, the author would advise not to read. So please don't read if you have any problem. You can skip the part read from the paragraph breaker.
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There is a French way of saying, 'Je vois La vie en rose.' I see the life through the pink coloured glass.(inspired from the movie Sabrina, 1954)
Today, I woke up earlier than I should and than I do. I don't know if one should be ashamed of it, or proudly said it out loud- but anyways, I really am looking forward for tonight. Yibo will be coming to our house, spending the rest of the night on my bed (willingly), kissing my forehead... two warm bodies embraced. Oh goodness, Zhan keep calm keep calm!
"Woah, look who woke up so early today? Dear you alright?" Shijie said, I could smell the freshly made French omelets by the stairs.
"Good morning Shijie, yup I am alright... well but I have something to tell you."
"yes?"
"I think Yibo will be staying at our place tonight and we will have probably dinner together."
"Great! We would love to have him."
"I am really glad to hear it. Oh by the way, I have to leave for the studio early today too, I have a very important meeting, well your husband will be there too. So can. You. Feed. Me . today? Please Shijie?"
" I see, my Zhan Zhan still hadn't changed."
"I am still your brother."
"Aww my heart just swelled with happiness you know. Now eat. Here..." she pushed a bit of a bread in my mouth while giggling happily getting to spend a quality brother-sister time.
The morning laughter of Shijie, the smell of eggs, the fresh wind of late autumn, the sweet scent of lemon bodywash, the softness of my comforter, the monotonous yet warm 'hello' of driver uncle Xun, the meeting with Yibo, the glittery texture of his nail polish, the beauty of his facial scar, his voice, the knowledge that Anupriya doesn't wear stilettos always, Nabi's getting first prize in a row for three years, today's breakfast, me sitting in my probably black Mercedes while leaning on the car window and thinking about all these while sipping the iced americano- everything; each and everything would have been missed if the scar on my wrist happened to be successful that day. Some random emotions, overflowing in my mind triggered by the sudden circumstances can never be a judgment of who I am today. If anyone asks me now, why would I even have to take the decision of killing myself? Come on, I have it all, you name it. A loving family, money in my bank account, a Wikipedia page on my name, thousands of pictures on Google, photoshoots, warm clothes, running water, comfy beds, love- I have everything. To lose eyesight would be nothing if you get all these right?
