At The Edge Of The World | YiZhan ✓

Part 23

It was dark and wet, the rain drenching him in its tears as he walked down the empty road leading to the company building. He had never once thought that this would be the end of things. And never once had he also thought that the verisimilitude of this world would be so fake.

As he'd go up on one of the highest floors to enter his office, he could not help but feel dejected from the events of the past, his ascent to the higher grounds becoming harder to comprehend due to his broken heart. It had been brutally hit and cracked to the extend of no return, making him think that if there'd ever be true happiness in this world, then he'd be the last one to see it. Because time had passed for him now throughly as there he was at the age of thirty-four, bringing down the cage his life had been in to be free from this misery.

He found it pathetic to see the misery he'd despised the most be the man who was his blood and flesh, yet in reality nothing more than just the man who had been called his father under the concept of law. He knew he could've complained of it more and brought his father's' ego further down, yet the lack of solicitude he had felt for him as he had let go of his hand at that rooftop was enough make him close his heart completely and throw it under the mud as though it had never existed.

His brother was his accomplice and saviour, yet the absence of his existence for the past years had been too brutal to act forgiving just yet. So he could not help but pull himself back from him also completely, now standing on his own. His feet were drenched from the rain as so was his heart, letting it bleed out like a thousand cranes piercing into the skull of a crow.

It was odd to feel this way but he let himself anyways, embracing that which came his way without questions asked. He just wished that he could've done the same with Yibo, yet there he was now, consumed by guilt and regret. There was no way he could go back to him and beg now, when all he had done to him was be indecisive and simply bad. So so bad that he could not help but cry in his misery of having lost the man he had wished to call his beloved.

His very dear beloved who now was far away from his tender reach.

He shook his head to rid himself of the depressing thoughts and drank his whiskey. It was only moments later when he felt a hand being placed over his shoulder, guessing that it was to soothe his mind of worry. But it would be a thousand years before anything of the sort would work on him, and if it had, let it be the method to repair the mind of the mentally ill instead.

"Look at him brooding like it's the worst day of his life. You accomplished what you had been fighting to achieve for the past couple of years of your life. One would think he'd at least be glad but no, our Zhan is just deprived of happiness all together."

Zhan shook his head in response to Wei's words and placed a cigarette between his lips to relax. "I'm more fine than you'd think. But what has been accomplished today does not change the fact that I could not have done it without my brother. It was all useless in the end and you know it." Yichen gave his brother a nudge on the shoulder and sighed. "Don't be like that. I meant it when I said that what you have done has been for reason. If father had not been forced to give up so much until I came to arrive, do you truly think that the evidence I had would have been of any help at all? His strength in the firm was one thing, but his connections? Those exceeded all we could have gathered and even maybe more."

Zhan ended up sighing back at this propitious behaviour and stood up. "Whatever you want to make yourself believe, I'm all for it. But just keep your thoughts away from mine." His last words ended up coming out with a harsher tone than he'd intended as he left the bar to get out on the veranda.

After a long time of being out in the cold freezing rain, he ran back in to be greeted by his friends and the man whom he once called his closest family. Yet not so anymore he thought, bitterly smiling at the horrid thought of having no one to feel close to at this point in life. Yichen may have been his closest friend when little, but the past seventeen years were lost still, unable to take them back no matter how much he'd wished.