Kris’ Point of View
Our dinner was a simple one; this was a slimming trip which yielded excellent results. After eating a sandwich within a minute, I gulped down a huge bottle of water.
“I feel like having Hunan cuisine.” Yixing slipped into his glorious delusion once again.
“Not being able to eat what you feel like eating before you die is one of the saddest things in life,” I said, “Even prisoners facing the death penalty get to have good food before they’re executed.”
“If only I knew things would turn out this way, I wouldn’t have lost weight in the past.” He said blandly.
“If only I knew,” I poked his dimples, “You wouldn’t have become a celebrity.”
He looked at me, “If I could start over again, I would still choose to be a celebrity.” He smiled at me, “It’s been so many years, and don’t you know me well enough?”
Walking back to the living room, not a soul was to be found, Yixing and I looked at the completed Rubix cube at the staircase and the unlocked safe. We didn’t know which method Luhan would choose to kill us.
We didn’t know where Baekhyun was. I examined the extremely exquisite drawing of the Scorpio, and I never knew actually he had such a special ability. What you need to know, is that I am one who admires people of high aesthetic ability; they must meticulously observe everything in their surroundings; when you’ve already forgotten something, and he’d still be able to remember.
Night fell again, and half of 48 hours had already past. Baekhyun lay on his bed and seemed like he’d already fallen asleep, while Yixing rested on the carpet beside the window.
A meteor flew across the sky. According to legend, the passing of a meteor forbade the passing of another person.
Yixing saw it as well, blinked a few times and remained silent.
“It’d be pretty good if people died to become meteorites,” I said, “We could fly everywhere.”
“I don’t wish to become a meteorite,” He said, “I want to become a tree and not go anywhere.”
“Is it because you’ve felt that you’ve been moving around too much in this lifetime that you want to be tranquil for the next?” I looked amused.
He responded by rolling his eyes.
“If you ever would become a tree, where would you wish to be planted?” I questioned.
“The courtyard outside my house, of course.” He said.
“Alright, I’ll help by watering you.” I mused.
“I appreciate that; I’ll make sure to thrive and grow well.” His dimples showed as he chuckled softly.
“Those words that you said before you went on the Dance Revolution machine,” I looked at him, “Were they meant for me?”
He went silent for a moment, then beamed, “That hasn’t expired yet, and it’s still valid.”
I glanced at him, lowered my head and said, “My mother’s doing relatively well in Canada… My father’s alone in Guangzhou… I mean, if…”
“I understand.” He looked outside the window and the moonlight lit up his face.
I lowered my head and smiled a little, this was our tacit approval. If he really turned into a tree, I’d probably just have to glance at his leaves to know if he needed water.
That night was especially calm and silent, I didn’t even hear any muffled whispers from upstairs like I used to. It might have been because of our smaller number; I got up and walked in the direction of the toilet. The silence of the night became especially imminent when the door to the bathroom creaked.
