Beautiful Tragedy

Part 10

No matter how much he tried he couldn't help his feelings anymore, he knew he was too far gone and he was afraid he won't ever get Normal. He tried telling him that Kit wasn't anything like people he met before or that he wasn't acting. He tried telling him that Kit was also a victim here but every time he see him with his siblings he burn with anger.

He saw Kit sketching with Mark, playing with Max and it hurts. If only Ming wasn't too stubborn. He cant help anything anymore, not even these haunting nightmares that wake him up just like today.

He sat on the backyard with a blanket wrap around his shoulders as he listened to the playlist of his best friend. No one knows what Ming listens so frequently and he couldn't tell how it was the playlist of him and his best friend Wayo.

Sometimes Ming wished to just let go of everything and forget, he knows Wayo wouldn't have wanted this. This Ming mourning, this Ming grieving and closing himself. He would have wanted rather opposite. He always wanted Ming to live his life. So much it cost himself his.

Ming wiped a tear off his face as he shivered. He jumped hearing a cough behind himself and looked to see Kit. Immediately he rolled his eyes and looked straight ahead.

"Are you okay?" Kit cautiously asked. Ming scoffed.

"What are you doing here?" Ming asked back ignoring Kit question. His voice was so hoarse it depressed Kit and he sigh moving forward.

"Couldn't sleep" Kit hesitantly sat with Ming who looked at him shocked and surprised. "What?"

"In case you can't see I am here" Ming waved in front of him and he rolled his eyes.

"I know" Kit said as-a-matter-of-factually.

"You can go, I want to be alone" Ming spatted.

"Its pleasing here, I think I'll stay for a while" Kit said, Ming groaned not in a mood to fight.

"Fine" He stood up. "You stay here" Threw the blankets away. "I am going" He moved past Kit only to be stopped by his warm hand circling around his wrist. Immediately, his heart raced and he gulped pushing the tears away. It was all too similar yet so haunting.

"Please stay, I want to spend some time with you" Kit whispered, his voice so small. Ming sighed closing his eyes. Exhaling deeply he looked at Ming and there was something in his eyes, something so warm, so comforting and Ming found himself sinking back in his seat. Kit smiled brightly as if he had achieved something so big.

"Are you okay Mingkwan?" Kit carefully asked, Ming looked at him before looking away.

"Does it matters?" Ming asked voice lost somewhere.

"Look, I know you don't trust me and I have no idea why, but closing yourself isn't the option here" Kit looked at him trying to make him see how he was damaging himself. Ming looked at him not sure what to say.

"You know sometimes it helps talking to stranger, even if you hate them" Kit chuckled lightly and Ming swore it was music to his ear and it terrifies him. For a while there was just silence, or sound of their ragged breaths. Kit looked at Ming who seems to be lost in his own world. He so badly wanted to reach out to him and take his worries away. If only he wasn't that stubborn.

"I lose people I love" Ming voice suddenly pulled him back from his thoughts. Kit smiled a little relieved he was talking. "First My grandpa, He was my hero. From young age I was so close to him. I would anxiously wait to visit him. We would sit together and he would tell me stories about his past, his adventures. He always said he will be there with me but he left me. I was eight years old when he died of heart attack. At first, I thought he went somewhere but slowly it sank into me that he wasn't coming back, no matter how much I pleaded" His voice was so small, so painful and he looked so vulnerable but Kit couldn't do anything but listen and so he did.