They found each other. They fell in love. They fell apart. They found each other again. Will they love one more time and risk the heartbreak again? A bittersweet tale of two people bound by destiny.
#My third QingYu inspired fanfic. Credits to the o...
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Hollywood, CA
Dayu's POV
I was almost a few feet away from the man, when something struck me, I know him!
And I turned around , before I even realised it, I was already calling out, "hey- Pietro!"
As I was turning around , I realised that he was actually already standing looking at me, as if he wanted to call me but he didn't. And he looked shocked when I did.
"Jianyu?" Not only that he looked shocked, he also sounded very shocked.
We stared at each other; because for a few seconds there, something from the past seemed to flash before my eyes; me and this man laughing together. Me and this man; Pietro Bocelli.
I have watched the first Hollywood movie that I acted in; Wick Chapter Three; and this person is one of the actors in the movie. I also knew from the guys that Pietro is one of us, apparently we were very close but, due to some reason, Pietro wasn't able to attend my wedding and he also never came with the guys when they visited.
"Jianyu..!" He called me again, as he began walking towards me.
I blushed a little because I remembered him for a fleeting moment and then the memory was gone, but I'm pretty sure that I am not mistaken, about how close we were once.
We smiled at each other as we shook hands, and though there was an awkwardness between us, when he invited me for a drink at the café in front of us, I didn't have any reason to turn him down. He's after all one of us (the Chapter 3 family).
I messaged Qing as we sat down at the café, telling him that I met one of my friends and we're having a drink at the café in front of where he usually picked me up.
"So, you remember..?" He asked, as we sipped our coffee sitting down looking at each other. Thank God, I'm already better in my English, that I could speak without stuttering much.
"A little..Sorry..It's still coming back to me, bit by bit..." I answered, smiling apologetically at him.
"So...You haven't gotten your memory back..?" He asked, and a concerned look descended on his face. I knew then, that we were indeed pretty close. He was indeed one of us. He looked genuinely concerned for me.
