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...
You're a beautiful dream, That I hoped for it to be a reality, As I close my eyes, Dream about your face and I smile, I wish there was never a goodbye, But if you do leave me, Let's just kiss one last time.
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(A/n: Before I continue, please listen to the song above. It just sets the mood for the whole chapter. It's sung by Chen from EXO. The name of the song is "Beautiful Goodbye".
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Xiao Zhan's POV:
Today I felt helpless. Today I truly felt lost. I lost to hopelessness.
Dragged by Mikhail and escorted into the car, all I could do was sit there is a daze and pray for Bo Di to be safe. He's fighting for his life. That's what keeps playing in my head.
He's fighting for his life.
He's fighting cause of me. I don't even realise that uncle has started the car but it shocks me when the window is banged and I hear a random question been thrown at me "Mr. Xiao are you really gay?".
Is this what humanity has stooped down to? My soul is lying at the brink of death and these people want to know if I am gay?
But what a person I am? I didn't even have the heart to roll down the window and speak up. Am I a bad person that at this moment the only thing that truly matters is my Bo Di? Not having the inclination to talk nor defend myself. Would it even make a difference? I hear Mikhail curse out. He was angry for me.
"Uncle" he pleaded and without much delay we were out and on our way to the hospital. It was then I realised that I wasn't even aware in which hospital Bo Di was admitted.
"What's the name of the hospital?" My voice was sounding funny to my own ears.
"St. Gabriel Memorial" Mikhail murmured softly and all I could do was nod but then I again remembered our interaction last night. I didn't talk to him much. I didn't even look at him. I never once took him in my arms. Today morning I let him go again. Never once did I stop to smile and say 'Have a good day Bo Di'.
