How do you define happiness. Most perceive happiness as an emotion, where an individual feels contentment, pleasure and joy. But how can he says that he's happy? Can he only say this, if he those negative emotions vanished within the depths of his being?
Is there a deeper meaning, in order for a person to truly say that he's happy?
It was the same way as how others perceive sadness. An intense feeling of despair, loneliness, hopelessness. Those were the emotions attached in that word. But can a person, felt these two emotions at the same time? Can it be possible?
For Yibo? Yes. Everyday he felt these two emotions trying to pull him down, drowning him. Wanting to straddling him, torture him, makes him feel both relief and hopelessness. How can it be possible? Don't ask him how, he cannot explain it. It is so hard to express, neither put them in words. But all he can say? Between the two? Sadness always becomes the victor.
He felt those two emotions colliding within him everyday. Yet, how come this happens? He's confused.
This man named Xiao Zhan barged inside their house, being bold and shameless, saying that he will be his daughter's art teacher, and now? The man had his luggage with him.
'What the hell? He wanted to stay here? No, rather than that, it was more appropriate to say that he wanted to live with us'
Yibo doesn't know what to feel. If he will chase the man out of his house, or more frantically chase him out of his and daughter's lives. The third option, whether to let the man be, which will never happen.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"- he asked in a stern voice.
Yet the man looks at him, blinking, looking around, confused.
'That's cute. He's adorable'
Yibo gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Adorable? He sees this man like that and described him using that word? Is he out of his mind? He cursed mentally.
Yet Zhan smirked and beamed with a smile. "Well, obviously Mr. Wang, starting from today onward. I will be staying here with you," - he paused and grinned. Yibo felt more annoyed than earlier. The man was teasing him. Emphasizing the word 'you' Then Zhan continued. " and your daughter. That means, we're going to live under the same roof, from now on. Isn't it fun?"
Yibo heard this and countered. "Who says that you will be living here with-
But before he could finish his statement, Mr. Xiao spoke again. "Who says? " - he looks around and then clapped his hands, pointed himself and simply said. "Me".
'Is he mocking me?'
What Yibo feels right now? He wanted to straddle the man to death. Unfortunately he can't. He's stuck in this effin wheelchair. Just for today, he feels agitated that he cannot use his legs and walk.
"You can't do that-
But he was cut off again by who else? The same person. "Yeah, save the arguments later, Mr. Wang. Trust me, you will let me stay here-
"How come you become so sure, that I will let you?"
This time, it was him who cut him off. It was a bit childish. But truthfully speaking, he felt proud, that he did what this person did to him, twice.
Zhan was taken aback by that. Yibo saw how his lips twitched and somehow became annoyed. His lips curved up even more. His smile turning into a wide grin.
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Paint His Love
FanfictionWang Yibo lost his everything after he had an accident. He lost his passion to art. He lost his wife. What was left now? was his daughter. Not until he met Xiao Zhan an amateur painter, who happened to be his only princess, art teacher. The colors...
