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"Oh gosh..." you held your head with your hand as you slowly got up.
A sharp aching sensation filled your brain for a few seconds. You moaned and stood up, placing your feet on the room's marble floor.
"I shouldn't have drank... So much last night" you mumbled to yourself, dragging your feet to the hall. You didn't have a place to stay since you returned from America, so you had booked a hotel.
'huh? I don't remember coming back here though'You opened the closed door of your bedroom.
You paused. Blinking a few times. Rubbing your eyes.
'Cheng Xiaoshi?... '
The black haired boy lay on the couch in the center of the room. The room was filled with the gentle sound of his breathing, the warm sunlight adorning his features and his hair fell on his face so perfectly.
You crouched down next to him near the sofa, staring at his face. It took all your will power resist the impulse to touch his hair.You would have but you didn't have the right anymore.
You got up and went to the kitchen.
. . . . .
"Good morning!"
You smiled as you saw the boy get up slowly. You placed two plates on the table along with 2 glasses.
"Coffee and bread" you pointed at the plates. "It's not much buuut, it's something?"
The boy looked at you, almost tempted to say something. But he didn't. He simply got up grabbing his jacket from the floor.
Without a word he walked towards the door. You blinked, your shoulders tensing. No he can't leave, you wouldn't allow it.
After so many years you could see him again... You won't let go of him now.
"Cheng Xiaoshi wait!" you ran towards him, swiftly grabbing his sleeve.
"Don't leave..."
He looked at you with a pained gaze. At the moment, he felt like a piece of shit. After his grand confession of wishing he never met you, he went and kissed you anyway.
'Gosh, I like you so much'
"I stayed only cuz you passed out on the street" he pulled his hand back. Yet he didn't leave. Deep down, buried somewhere, he still yearned for you.
It was pitiful.
But it is rightly said, love truly turns a person into a fool.
