In the world of utter darkness, blooms a musical prodigy. To the world he was a maestro, yet he himself was wrapped away from the worldly being. He was Xiao Zhan.
Innocence and purity was one, Wang Yibo was known for. Singing was his passion and so...
The scent of fresh earth, Raindrops as tears, Caress of the grass, Blades that cut my feet, Even as I walk, The pain is unending, But with you kissing me, I finally feel free.
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Xiao Zhan's POV:
"Zhan?" Mom calls for my attention as I feel the specs of my phone under my finger waiting for him to call. It's past 10pm and I haven't heard a word from him for an entire day. The week has been long and exhausting, above all I haven't even seen him for an entire week. The week before I met him once in my office and that was such a short meeting.
"Zhan?" Mom calls my name again and I sigh "waiting for Yibo to call?" She enquires and I nod "Why don't you call him?" at that I shake my head "I don't wish to disturb him. He has his exams coming up and I don't want to be an hindrance to him" I rake my fingers through my hair "I am sorry, I'll see you tomorrow" I leave the main hall and walk back to my bedroom.
Bo Di.
Never did I realise someone could come to mean so much to me. Often I thought my life was complete just the way it was. I never needed validation nor constant companionship. I was happy or atleast that's what I thought.
I miss you.
Closing my eyes I am in a state of dreamless sleep when unexpectedly I feel a pair of hands clutching me to them. I instantly wake up feeling disoriented when he places his palm over my racing heart and says "it's me". I relax but that's short-lived. I am about to turn when he holds me in place and starts...crying.
Bo Di?
"Zhan Ge" his voice is coarse and it breaks my heart. The despair in his voice is gut wrenching and even though I want to take him in my arms, right now I knew that's not what he desired. He just wanted to cry and I give him his space.
"I am here" is all I whisper and his sobs wreak his body. It shudders with each breath he takes and that's when I understood, how difficult it is to see your partner break down and yet you're unable to share the pain but yet just be there for them.
Placing my palm over his is me assuring him that he can cry, lean and use me as much as he wants. I'll always be there for him.
Space.
A partner can give another the space even without being away. This is what I learnt that night. I was unaware as to how long we were lying there but gradually he stopped crying and to test whether he wanted my hug, I turn around. He doesn't stop and in that moment I sweep him into my arms and hold him with all my love.
Feet entangled, me playing with his tresses, I kiss his forehead and he sighs against my neck. Light sniffles indicate that he's still crying and finally when he sags into my embrace I ask "Do you want to tell me?"
