YiJun is heaven's most ruthless weapon, until the day he falls, and then he keeps falling.
How low can an Archangel fall, to protect that which is most precious to him?
Can he win the heart of the one for whom he chose to rebel or will the very thin...
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YiJun's POV
How much can one love another? Can love be quantified? How should I answer the question Xian had raised?
I felt lost.
Should I give a generic response and say that it's for me to know and him to find out? Or should I be more romantic and tell him that my love for him is immeasurable?
What if he doesn't like my answer!?
I couldn't afford that, could I?
I don't want him to think I don't love him enough, but I certainly don't want to make him uncomfortable by making him believe that I love him more than he can handle.
I feel like I have lost the battle without even having drawn my sword.
"Xian," I whisper, I know he can't hear me, "I love you. That's all I know. I have no one and nothing to compare it with, so how should I answer you?"
"Xian," I call louder, "Please open the door. I will tell you if you open the door." I lie, for I don't know what else to do.
I hear the door click and restrain myself from barging in. Waiting to be beckoned inside, I stand motionlessly.
The door creeks open just an inch or so, and Xian peeks outside. I can see the wetness under his eyes.
What made you cry, Xian?
"Will you tell me how you truly feel if I let you in?" He asks, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He blinks and hastily wipes his eyes before the next batch can kiss his cheeks.
"Yes," I reassure, and he opens the door slowly; he takes a seat on the edge of his bed. "Tell me." He demands without even looking at me.
I walk towards him and kneel before him. His eyes widen and then narrow.
I smile and wipe a tear that had escaped his eyes without notice and take his warm, soft hands in mine.
"I love you, Xian. I will not lie to you today because I know it's important to you. But the truth is, what I feel for you, I can't quantify it, I can't measure it. Heavenly Father created me to bring balance, was made to go to war, expected to guard and protect this realm, and I was fated to serve heaven. I was supposed to kneel before the one and only Heavenly Father: the creator of this universe."
I pause to gather my thoughts and continue, "When I saw you, held you, I did not want to let you go. My conscience told me that I needed to protect you, heart told me that I needed to take care of your every desire. My mind warned me that you were in danger. Everything within me told me that you were mine. And I did what I felt that I needed to do. I rejected my fate and made you the center of my existence. Xian, you are my universe. Without you, I am nothing; if you are not next to me, there is no point in existing." I stop after pouring my heart out. I expect him to speak. I wait for him to give me his verdict, but he doesn't.
