Night Lotus

Nocturne

N/A: Nocturne op.9 No.2. Chopin

After that night, I went to see him whenever I could find tickets. Sometimes, I had to buy them with two months' notice, but I felt it was worth waiting.

I crossed that sea of people every time and reached his door with six blue stars - his favorite.

Every time, he waited for my knock and let me in.

Every time, I wanted to kiss every bit of his pale skin, worship every part of him, lose myself in his stormy eyes.

But I refrained since I didn't believe he felt the same. Losing him would be the worst thing to ever happen to me, so the nature of my feelings remained hidden.

Every time, the Night Lotus smiled at me with a mixture of fondness and joy that I hadn't ever seen. How could such fierce eyes invoke such tender feelings? I didn't know, and honestly, I didn't care. That gaze was mine and only mine to enjoy.

I had seen him in his coldest state - when we got interrupted after his shows or when he remembered something he didn't like. His eyes became the iciest with an almost cruel, sharp gaze- and I loved him for that too.

We also kept talking and interacting in our channels. My Lotus danced to my Max Richter's "My Departure" version. Everyone commenting in the channel agreed that he was at his finest for my piece - floating while the moonlight washed over him and his dazzling movements.

I thought I couldn't love him more. However, time proved me wrong. The more I got to know him and share my life with him, the more entwined I got to that man.

Soon the day came when I couldn't hold my feelings back, and then, I decided to act upon them. After all, he would figure it out sooner or later, and discretion with Wanyin was not my best ability.

I was a coward, of course, and couldn't bear the thought of confessing but over a message. And so, I did. After partaking in one of his after-performance gatherings, I said my goodbyes and texted him soon after.

"Do know how much I enjoy your company and that you mean the world to me, Wanyin. Do know I love you."

The waiting almost killed me, so I almost had a heart attack when my cellphone rang.

— Wangji. Did you just write that you love me?

— Mmm.

— Why didn't you tell me? You've just left the theater.

— I couldn't.

After an eternity over the phone, he softly continued.

— Wangji?

— Mmm?

— Do you know how much I enjoy your company and that you mean the world to me, Wangji. Do know I love you too.

I couldn't hold it more, and I started to cry, hiding my eyes with one hand. Soon after, I felt a soft touch on my shoulder as Wanyin was standing behind me, holding his phone and his tears.

That night I knew what happiness was - Wanyin's embrace.