This is Not My Obituary

She Bitched So You Shot Her In The Ankle

"This isn't real." Shuyang heaved dryly, following some sort of magnetic force tugging on his body. He didn't know where he was going but his feet moved on their own and took him where they pleased. He hadn't looked up since he ran out of his apartment, Hanyu shouting after him. He didn't expect anyone to run after him, not after how he had acted, but the truth hurt more than he had planned to let it.

Hanyu had been right. He was just an annoyance with a jealousy problem and no respect for situations out of his control. He mulled silently over everything, eyes glued to the now paved ground beneath him. He had ended up on the main road somehow, maybe a mile or two out of the middle of town. He didn't know where he was going but he just kept walking, sniffing occasionally and hugging his arms to his chest, as cold gusts of wind played with his long locks. It would rain soon.

Shuyang didn't want to pity himself, but he needed time to come to terms with things.

Was Rui waiting for him somewhere in the rainy coldness? Could he really find Rui out here all by himself? He had made that rash decision in a moments notice, but it was too late to take it back now. Like Hanyu said, no one was coming after him anymore.

"Ren Shuyang! What are you doing out in this weather? By gosh you'll catch your death a cold!" Shuyang's senses were heightened as his head shot up, looking into the face of an umbrellaed Mr. Yi.

He hadn't seen this man since the spring festival, and here he was in front of him. How did an old man like him recognize Shuyang so easily.

"H-hi." Shuyang began pulling his jacket over his head as a shield from the oncoming drizzle.
"Just walking."

"I see that. Why don't you c'mon home with me. The Mrs would love to see you." Old Mr. Yi smiled brightly, taking small strides towards Shuyang, holding his umbrella over the young man's head.

Usually Shuyang would have no problem declining that request, but something pushed him forward. "Sure, why not?" He surprised himself with his words, but denied his body nothing as he walked next to the old man towards the home just a few hundred yards from where he had been standing.

Arriving on the front porch sent shivers down Shuyang's spine. Why did he feel so weird?

The door opened as an old woman peaked her head out from behind. She had always been a small woman, Shuyang having towered over her since he was 14 or so.

"Hello Shuyang. It's so nice to see you. My haven't you grown." She doted, pulling the two into the house, a cozy aroma filling the air around them. Shuyang was convinced he was just being over pretentious, but he couldn't shake that feeling.

He looked around the house, eyes scraping each and every available inch, searching for what may be spooking him, but nothing. "Thank you ma'am." Shuyang smiled politely.

"Why don't we feed the boy. I found him wandering outside in the rain."

"My my. Poor dear." Mrs. Yi clicked her tongue as she pulling Shuyang into the kitchen, sitting him down in one of the four chairs around the small table. Shuyang could feel his heart rate speed up, a change in his composition as he began to sweat. He couldn't quite place what he was feeling.

He gulped heavily as Mr. Yi opened the closet door to hand up his coat, a familiar pattern catching his eyes. Shuyang's heart fell to his stomach as the old man closed the closet. He was suddenly hyper aware of the way his eyes moved in their sockets and he felt his tongue in his mouth, unable to place it comfortably without clenching his jaw. He popped his ears to try and relief the pressure building up behind his expression.
"Sir-sir may- may I have sweater?" Shuyang felt cold sweat drip down his back.