shujin3thousand
This is a story about Asian expats making their lives in the UK around London, finding friendship, love, and discovering who they are.
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Life has been quiet lately.
I'd say boring, maybe calm - I don't know the difference anymore.
Everyone walks toward the same ending, the same goal of death. We spend our lives decorating the path, finding small joys to make the fall softer.
I built my happiness carefully, like a shelter against the wind.
Then I met you.
And for the first time, it wasn't something I made - it was something I was given.
Now I don't know how to lose it.
So I am asking you
"Promise me that in our next life, you'll give up everything you have to choose me, because this one, we are a destiny apart."
From a destiny apart, his reply came:
I have given only one promise in my life.
"If anyone is listening, if the sky still remembers us, tell me: if I let this tear fall, will it give us a second chance?"
This is not a modern-day Romeo and Juliet story or a heartbreaking love tale. Every kind of life fails - love, family, faith.
Maybe perfection was never meant to last. Perhaps it's the cracks that keep us waking up, chasing one more morning.
At some point, losing everything stops hurting.
You just keep walking.
But what does it mean to lose?
What if you never really did?
What if she's still right there, waiting - not in the past, not in memory, but in the space between one heartbeat and the next?