Mistaken identity. Unreciprocated first love. Worst first impression. All the bad ingredients that connected Qing and Dayu's fate together. Both of them thought they chose the other one, for obvious reasons. But only one of them got it right. The ot...
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Dayu's POV
I woke up, with a jolt. I just had the most realistic dream ever; the first in two years.
I dreamt that Qing had found me. And that he was in my apartment and then he took me into his arms and..he kissed me..!?
Shit. That felt so real. I shuddered as I touched my lips and then closed my eyes. His lips felt so real against my lips. His breath felt so warm and so sweet..!? Stop it, Dayu. I knocked my head with my own hand.
Here I go again. When I left Qing's side three years ago, I had vowed that it's enough. I loved Qing. He's indeed my first love. But, I also knew that my feelings wasn't reciprocated. It wasn't a mutual love and I had never once deluded myself into believing otherwise.
Wang Qing had already someone he loved. He already had his one true love. Yet, I still dared to be with him; because I thought that I could at least cured him of his loneliness. That I could at least be a companion to him; until the time comes when he no longer wanted me.
I came into the relationship; with a clear head; I knew exactly where I stand and I knew exactly where the relationship would lead me. No- it's not because I love to sacrifice myself. I'm not a martyr. Not at all.
It's just that; I loved Wang Qing. And even though I knew that he would never be mine, I would rather have a brief memory with him than nothing at all. It was actually because of my own selfish desire that I started that relationship with him. I wanted be his lover, no matter how briefly. That's all.
And, thus, when he decided that we were through, I moved on. I loved him. He's my first love. But it's a love that I knew wouldn't go anywhere. And I never deluded myself to think otherwise. I was ready for the break up. I was ready to be thrown away anytime.
It took me a year to get back on my feet. And for two years; I lived my life, normally. Like how I lived it before I met Qing. I never once thought of him anymore.
So, why did I suddenly dreamed about him? Wait-!? I frowned; this isn't the first time I think I dreamed of him. It felt like a deja vu- it felt as if I had dreamed of him before.
I blinked as I looked around and I gasped. I'm on my bed! And it's morning! The last thing I remembered was sitting on my couch outside and falling asleep- and then I had dreamed of Qing (how I first met him). Then I woke up (in my dream) and I dreamed of him again- this time in my own apartment!?!!!!
So, when did I get here? I never sleep walk!!!
Then, I smelt something. And I heard something making sounds from outside the bedroom.
With my heart in my mouth, I walked off the bed and tip toed to the door; which was opened slightly. What is going on!?! Someone seemed to be cooking in my kitchen!
I peeked from the door; but, I couldn't see very clearly with the opening I had, but I also didn't want to open the door wide; just in case there's an intruder. Then, I could closed the door quickly and lock whoever it was; out. Or maybe I could beat that person up before calling the police.
