Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
To–was it?–no, it was still 3:00 AM.
Time wasn't moving any faster.
And it was yet another night he had stayed up. Another night he had spent, thinking of her.
Well, of course he was thinking of her. That wasn't the surprising part. Who else would he have been thinking of?
What was surprising was its recent toll on his sleep. He had always slept like the dead; even she had mentioned it to him that day they had slept together in her small flat.
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The early morning sun rays had slid through the bedroom's blinds, as Shancai had poked him to see if he was awake.
"Stupid boy, your huge arm was on top of me the entire night. I tried waking you, but of course it didn't work," she had said reproachfully, but he'd noticed the red coloring her cheeks, implying no true anger.
He smirked at her in response, and she smiled sweetly at him, abandoning all pretense of anger. Slowly, she put her palm to his cheek.
"You slept like the dead, Ah Si."
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God, he missed her. What he wouldn't do to return to that day, with her in his arms, and his mother, miles away from them. But he pushed the thoughts down. He would never be with her. He knew this. Ever since that fateful day in London where he did what he would told himself he would never do: hurt her.
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