Ài Zhī Sî | Death Of A Love

PROLOGUE

Ughhhh they're fighting again!

I wake up with a start. I don't know why. But sounds like my parents are fighting again.

But what time is it now?

I look at the table clock on the nightstand by my bed. The fluorescent light coming from the rectangular digital clock says it's late o' clock. I stay lying on my bed not willing to get up and see the same old picture of my parents fighting over absolutely anything.

Well what might they be fighting about this time? That too at two in the middle of the night?

I felt my bladder ready to burst but I was reluctant to make any sound. Well that's just me anyway. I try not to make any sound to let my parents know that I'm awake. I mean they didn't even care it might wake me up. After all sounds moves faster at night. That's just science. And given the time my clock shows its impossible for the whole mansion to not wake up. Maybe all the maids downstairs are pretending to be asleep just like me.

On the other hand all of us are used to it by now.

I try very hard to stay lying on my bed as long as possible. Even my bladder is complaining and the volume of my bladder is working it's Archimedian magic on my stomach .

Can you guys not fight all the time please?

I wanted to tell my parents that. But only was able to do it in my mind.

Suddenly a sound of breaking glasses resounded throughout the mansion. This got me worried. I know my parents. They would fight to the end of the world. But would never hurt each other. They're not beasts.

The worry in my heart palpitating. I couldn't stay in bed anymore. I got up and relieved myself first. I don't wanna embarrass myself of course.

I went out of my room and went to the room across mine. After entering what I see wasn't what I ever expected to see. Not for my parents. The room looked messy. The sheets were scattered on the bed. The books from the rack were lying on the floor. And then I found the broken glasses in front of my papa.

He had a cut on his forehead. And dad stood on the other side with a shocked expression. As if he didn't know what he did. As if he was seeing a ghost.

I ran fast to papa. He held his wound with his hand and blood was seeping out from the cracks of his fingers.

"How dare you hurt my papa, Mr. Wang Yibo?"

I roared like a beast. I don't care if it was in the middle of night. I don't care if there were too many people in the mansion at the stake of waking up. If anything they were already awake after all the commotion.

"Why would you hurt him?"

I don't care if he's my father. I don't care if this is the person who held my hand while walking. I don't care if this is the man that taught me how to ride a bike. This wasn't the same person anymore. This person has turned into a monster in my eyes the moment he hit papa.

I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't see anything except the even more shocked face of my dad looking at me as if he's seeing me for the first time.

A tug on my hand brought me back to my senses! Shit! What did I do?

"It wasn't him, Fanxing. It wasn't him."

He held me in a strong embrace calming me down slowly. Probably a droplet of blood reaching my shirt brought dad back to his senses. When he rushed to us. He held a handkerchief on papa's wound and with his other hand helped him up. Rushing him to the hospital in that instant.

In the whim of turning of the events I boarded the car and went to the hospital with them. While papa was in the emergency room getting his wound stitched, both me and dad sat side by side in front of the emergency room.

"I'm sorry."

It was so low that at first I thought I heard wrong. But it was there. The very low voice of dad dripping with guilt.

Well I don't really care. Its done already.

You'd think with my temper, I'd say that out loud. But I didn't. And I probably never would. Because I'm the son of this person who sat by my side too. I would never hurt someone deliberately and in my heart I knew he didn't hurt papa deliberately.

"I'm sorry I hurt your papa. Will you please forgive me?"

My forgiveness mattered to him?

Well it might have mattered at that moment. Because the life that came back into his face said it all.

"I'm not the one to forgive you dad. But you never hurt him before. And isn't it better if it stays that way?"

He just looks at me. I don't know what he's trying to find but I'm sure he wasn't able to find it. My face had zero expression on it. Which I realise only after I see myself reflected on his eyes.

Well it's actually a good thing. They don't have to know what I feel about every time waking up in the middle of the night with the sound of them fighting. I don't want them to fight. I want us to be a happy family. Just like we were. But they don't have to know that.

I knew my family was breaking. And at this breaking point I didn't know what to feel anymore. In this chaos I started losing myself and they don't have to know that. They don't have to know.

They can continue with whatever they're doing and I'll continue with mine. This is how it's been for the last two years and it can go on forever like that.

Its not that hard now is it?

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Hello Awkward Pandas! Here's a new story! And as you already see, it's from Fanxing's point of view....

I've been reading so many Yizhan stories but haven't yet read one with Yizhan from Fanxing's point of view! So I thought why not write one....

And here I am....

So what do you think about this? Is it going okay? Please forgive if there's any mistakes....

That's all for today...
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