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
How did things came to be like this? What am I doing? Why is Qing still here, sitting down in front of me at my dining table? Why are we having breakfast together?
I had all these questions which I cannot answer, but outwardly I just went on eating the breakfast that Qing had provided.
After I finished wailing, Qing went on to wipe my tears and everything else, with his handkerchief; and I didn't have the energy anymore to protest. I let him led me to the dining table as he quietly set up the breakfast on the table.
I kept my eyes on the table all the time.
"Please..Eat breakfast, first...It's almost nine and you're probably starving..." I heard Qing said, but I didn't respond. He didn't seem to expect me to reply because he continued on talking on his own, "I made your favourite breakfast..Fried bacon toast, with cheese. And tea with milk..."
So, he remembered? Not that it mattered anyway. I am not going to let Qing get to me anymore. No matter what he did.
The man had the nerve to tell me that he loved me!?!?
Is Qing looking down on me too much; thinking that I am so stupid to believe what he's saying just because I used to be so in love with him?
I don't know what motivates Qing to say all these absurd things to me now; all these ridiculous talk about missing me, about wanting me and about loving me. But I know that I cannot let these things get to me.
When I left his side; Qing probably had it hard because I used to be his toy and the one on his beck and call all the time; that when I disappeared, it confused him. It confused him so much into obsessing about me and thus in the end, he thought he had feelings for me.
No. I shouldn't take anything Qing's telling seriously. Qing already had the love of his life; and it's not me.
That's the most probable cause for Qing's behaviour now. He is just confused.
"You've run out of food supply..." I heard Qing spoke again, normally, "we need to buy more later..."
I stopped eating.
I looked up at Qing, then, "what?" It was the first time I spoke since I stopped crying my heart out.
"We need to go out and buy some kitchen supply..." Qing answered matter of factly.
I blinked. Is this man for real?
"I'm leaving today.." I muttered, keeping my eyes fixed on Qing. I saw Qing freeze and then he slowly put down his fork and spoon.
"And where are you going?" Qing met my eyes, the look in his eyes was unreadable.
"Away from here.." I said, not looking away either.
