My Lethe

A sadness.

Trigger Warning: mention of death.

This story will have a lot of mentions of mental illnesses, and death. I will post trigger warning before each chapter that mentions it.

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Qiang took out his cellphone and typed a text message to Zhang Wei.

Hey, Wei. Look out your window tonight at exactly 7:00p.m.

He reread the words on the screen as the music played so loudly in the background that he could barely think. Even though he spent the past night with Zhang Wei, he wanted to spend tonight with him as well. He thought it would be nice to take Zhang Wei to the museum to see the new exhibit before it became open to the general public next month and then he would take him to pick out as many mangas his desired.

"Qiang, why is this music so loud so early in the morning?" Qiang looked up. He was already so frustrated and he didn't even get the chance to change into his school uniform. He wondered how many times he would have to tell his father to leave him unbothered before he would listen. "Instead of getting ready for school you're lounging in your underwear? Let me ask Qiang, why don't you study, why are you always tardy to school, why do you smoke so many of those damn cigarettes that this hallway stinks, and why have you chosen to be a delinquent instead of a bright child?"

Qiang leaned over, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the night stand. His blood was beginning to boil. Qiang looked at his father as he lit a cigarette and took a long drag from it.

"How can I be a bright child or study when I am always being treated like this and having to listen to your complaints? " Qiang tapped the cigarette end on his window seal, knocking off ashes that were collecting on the end.

"Your mother may be easy on you but I am not. I can see right through you," Qiang pushed the cigarette between his lips and got out of bed. He strolled to his closest and pulled out his school uniform. He wondered , if his father could truly see through him how was it that he figured sending him to another country could possibly cure his rotten soul. It wasn't a logical solution he thought to himself.

Qiang threw the uniform on his bed and turned around to face his father. His face was covered in a no-good smile," Happy, father? You win!"

"One day you will get your act together. One day soon."

The door slammed behind his father leaving Qiang to himself. He stood before his bed and repeated his father's words in his head. Could Qiang truly get his act together? He thought it would take a miracle.

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Qiang arrived to the school and entered the classroom seconds before the bell rang. He felt relieved that he wouldn't have to face the teacher's complaints yet. The other classmates were surprised too. This way yet another day he arrived before the bell.

The student that sat behind Qiang turned around and faced the dozing Qiang," Did you have a change of heart and learn to love school?"

Qiang opened his eyes and shook his head.

"Is that what it seems like?" He sat up in his seat and looked over at Zhang Wei's desk. It was empty today. He then took out his phone, and opened up the chat log between Zhang Wei and his phone number. Zhang Wei never responded to his text message.

"Hey, you, why isn't Zhang Wei in his seat? Isn't he here, today?" The student turned back around then shrugged his shoulders. No one really knew much about Zhang Wei, let alone knew of his whereabouts.