Criminal Love

62. Miss You

Two weeks later

Yue wakes up to an empty bed once more. As she opens her weary eyes, she sighs and twirls to the opposite side to avoid the pain of not seeing him there, not seeing him at all.

How much can a heart endure of missing someone? How many restless nights can a brain survive? How long can a person live without the essential nutrients? If this situation –not having Dylan with her– persists, Yue is bound to find out the answers to those terrible questions.

She lifts the blankets that cover her rundown body and sits on the bed, but when she presses her feet down on the floor to lift her currently much lighter weight, her head spins and she plops back on the mattress.

She squeals angrily. The last thing Yue needs is for her own body to fail her, even if she recognizes it's no one else's fault but hers. She has been neglecting herself trying to solve this intricate puzzle.

For example, why on earth hasn't she been allowed to visit her husband? She goes to the prison every single freaking day, and the answer is either 'He's unavailable' or 'He doesn't want visitors.' 'Want' they say. How can he not want to see her?

In the meantime, Mrs. Wang has kicked her husband out of the master bedroom and has him sleeping in the guesthouse in an attempt to make him come around. However, no progress has been made — he's not giving in.

Sofia has been surely allowed to see Dylan —lucky girl— because she is his lawyer. Nevertheless, she has not told Yue anything about their encounters, and Yue has decided to pay her a visit later today to punch the words out of the woman if necessary.

If Yue doesn't get at least some answers anytime soon, if she doesn't get to see a light at the end of the tunnel, she will go insane without a blink of a doubt.

The past two weeks have been hell and she's sick of it.

On the bright side, Caesar and Darren have managed to obtain search warrants for many of the people involved in the Picasso thefts. They even got arrest warrants for The Russian and Gordon. At least, a year of investigations and missions did not go to waste.

As for Michaels, he's M.I.A. — no one knows anything about him, not even his wife. Caesar induced internal affairs to open an investigation on the man, and when 200 grand were suspiciously found on his account –the stupid and overconfident guy didn't even try to hide the money– they started searching for him everywhere, but so far, there's been no luck.

People say that the third time's a charm, and that's when Yue is ultimately able to get out of bed after two useless attempts. Standing by the bed, she yawns and stretches her body; some of her bones make cracking sounds and for a split second she grins when she remembers Dylan quoting a cat meme each time his body makes strange noises: 'I'm not old, I'm crispy!'

Gosh, I love that man.

Yet, the gloominess rapidly returns when Yue glimpses at his vacant side of the bed. Dammit!

Yue takes a few shaky steps towards the door and when she is about to exit the bedroom, she notices Whiskers is napping under Dylan's nightstand, something that has never happened before.

Even the cat misses him.

Perhaps the poor animal can sense Yue's colorless aura lately, or maybe it misses Dylan because he was always playful.

Possibly sensing the weight of Yue's stare, Whiskers opens his sleepy eyes and meows at her.

"I know!" Yue snaps, unable to control her emotions. "I miss him too! I don't need you to remind me he's not here!" Her voice throbs with loneliness. Yue is undeniably pining for Dylan in the most overpowering way.