Zhan in his solitary moment, with his wavering thoughts, after Yibo never gave a glance back at him.
Zhan's monologue--
Zhan felt the teardrops grazing his eyelids, a deep, dense ache of longing and agonising pain engulfing his entire mortal being.
For the first time he felt utterly alone and devastated beyond measure.
Yibo was not by his side, in fact he was there, but his SOUL was miles ahead of him as was his heart, that denied to even acknowledge his existence anymore.
Zhan felt fresh tears breaking apart his own faithful heart and pushing him at the edge of a cliff where nothing could safeguard his fragile emotions and sensibilities.
His longing felt thousand times more sharp, lethal and abysmal. Zhan's beating heart wanted nothing but to have Yibo back in his open arms again!
Yibo..... Yibo....Yibo.....
that's the only name that knocked at the door of his mind and Zhan could swear he felt a pang so deep that nothing would compare to it. Not even the darkness of his own tethered existence....
And that was the very moment Zhan thought he could see a silhouette of a familiar long-dark figure, approaching.
Tall, imposing-- beautifully dangerous.
Zhan inhaled sharply, imagining it to be his mind's very own miracle!
Or
Was it?
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To be continued....
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