The whispers of our past《Yizhan version》

Chapter 2 (part 2)

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Semicolon-

Where the author could've ended the sentence but decided to keep going . . . 

The author is you and the sentence is your life . . .

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Wang Yibo's POV

I leaned against the tree, my eyes slowly closing by itself. I hadn't slept well for what felt like weeks already, something kept bothering me without a good reason. It was as if it was a hunch of a bad thing, and when I did fall into a deep slumber, I always woke up with nightmares, sweat dripping down my forehead with the dream fresh into the back of my memories.

It doesn't make sense how my surrounding appears before me, the landscape was bright, everywhere you looked it was green there were trees and shrubs everywhere, and still, you couldn't call it a forest, it was indescribable but beautiful, and I remembered some words that had been running around my mind since . .  Ever, "Yibo, sometimes the things that are beautiful can't be described, take for example love..." his voice faded away with he silence.

A bright blue dome and sun-filled my vision, I should be delighted to absorb the warmth and block out the ever too bright sun with my hand, yet.

I placed my hand on my chest and tried to grab unto that unwarranted emotion, why did I feel as if my chest was about to burst itself into a million fragments?

Silently I watched a droplet fall onto a blade of grass, it shimmered in the bright sunlight like a small mirror, but was I crying?

My knees became weak, and I was trembling in fear, I gently sat down on the grass trying to process where I was while my gaze didn't leave the fallen tear on the grass, and I welcomed the gentle breeze as it caressed my face gently, as if it was trying to calm me down, telling me it will be all okay.

I tried to focus on the singing birds when unexpectedly the breeze became stronger, I struggled hard to push my hair out of my eyes, and when I did so, I saw a hand reaching out for me, it was a small man his hand that looked so delicate, and without a second thought I reach out and place my hand in his, it was cold.

So cold . . .

The dream was always blurry; the only thing that I remembered because it was carved into my memories was his face. His soft features in the dark moonlight, his eyes, which were glistening like fire, his hair that looked so fluffy and his smile that looked like a ray of sunshine on a rainy day, but those were all small details, after all, when I truly focus on his face it's totally blank.

Whenever I closed my eyes, he would randomly pop up, and somehow the dream that I kept having carried a dark cloud within it. Something was about to happen or change just like Haoxuan warned me almost a year ago when I met the boy for the first time, the boy who changed my life.

Luckily Haoxuan cut off his memory about seeing him, but he does remember me because the consciousness of me inside his mind was too strong and it entwined into his soul.

I was almost falling asleep when the sound of faint breaking branches followed by light footsteps pulled me out of my doze. The footsteps sounded like a feather carried away by air, and through the high and dense forest trees, I saw a flash of white stronger than the last time I remembered, but I would have recognized him out of a thousand people because he had been different from others.

"Searching for someone, dear?" I watched him, and the memory of one year ago came up again, this was exactly the same you who got lost, and I who watched you, it almost felt like a dream.