In every lifetime

Chapter 4

Ling's POV

I am more than grateful to the Gods and Goddesses for not convicting me now. Zilong and I together are working on an activity, which rarely happens. We always end up in an opposite sides in this life.

I know that annoying him makes him feel irritated and don't want me around, but that's the way I show how I care for him and notice him.

All of the my lifetimes, I loved all of the versions him—rich or poor, tall or small, scarred or pretty, man or woman, and many more. In the end, I just loved the same person. I smiled with that thought.

Until now, I continue to love him and it grows even bigger like a puddle of water. My love for him is overflowing ever since.

After finishing our activity, I noticed him sleeping soundly beside me. I took my phone and captured a photo of him. He's still as beautiful as ever. I thank the God for creating this amazing creature.

I continued to scan his appearance. Some of his features may have changed, but there are still recognizable ones from what I can remember. His moles in the face, his long eyelashes, and his almond eyes.

It makes me feel calm as I watch him sleep. However, it was disturbed when he suddenly jolted from his position. What could he be dreaming?

He's smiling? How compelling. He must be dreaming something joyful. I wonder if I'm inside his dream.

He continued to dream while I am just scrolling through my phone. When I checked him out, it seems he was having a nightmare. He looks distressed, so I immediately tried to wake him up.

Multiple attempts are made before I successfully woke him up. He was panting really hard when he woke up. As if he was running in his dream. Tears and horror were visible in his face. What a terrible dream it could be.

Poor, Zilong. If I could only make him feel relieved.

"Kanina pa kita ginigising. You were dreaming and crying. I don't know what to do. Thank God, you're okay." I said, relief was obvious in my tone. I don't know what entered my mind, but I caged him in my arms.

He cried as I hugged him. I just know my uniform is damp with his tears, but it's okay as long as he feel relieved.

"W-we were chased...he-he was dragged away," he said as I caressed him.

"Shhh...it was just a dream. That isn't true," I comforted him.

"Thank you." He said. This is the second time I heard him saying those words. It feels surreal.

After that moment, we were told to go to our classroom for our next class. He told me to go first, since he's gonna do something. I will insist to stay with him, but he said he will follow.

I looked at him before leaving. His demeanor looks calmer than before and I am glad.

I walked and suddenly remembered something about what he told me earlier.

I think I know what he dreamed of! It was the time we were forbidden to love each other, since we were both men and he was a child of a noble man. I let him escape and let myself to be dragged by those soldiers.

That life was one of the worst life we lived, I'm glad his dream did not continue at some extent. He would be in horror and distress if that ever happened.

Dear God, if you'll condemn the both of us, please let it just be me instead. I cannot bear to witness him being scared and struggling anymore. I can manage to endure all of it as long as he lives a comfortable life this time.