Incase anyone is reading this novel. This is not a chapter ,it's just a rought draft of the upcoming chapter ,I'm uploading it since I'm changing devices and need to put the draft somewhere so it doesn't get deleted.
ignore the poem at the end,it will come later in the novel,I don't think it's a spoiler since there's no context right now.
There was silence on the other end of the door,Xiao ling could not even hear the faint sound of the other man's breathing. An entire incense time went by and Xiao ling began to wonder if Ming Hua had perhaps left without alerting him. He wouldn't blame him,what could the two men probably even say to each other at this moment in time?
As the silence stretched on,Xiao ling began to grow anxious and just as he was about to go check on the man outside,he heard the sound of shuffling and weight against the door as Ming Hua got up. Xiao ling held his breath ,waiting to hear what will happen next but after a few seconds he heard Ming Hua walking away.
As he listened to the footsteps slowly fading,he couldn't help but feel slightly rejected.
He had way too much and yet nothing at all to say to his friend,a part of him had hoped he would stay outside that door…just be there and nothing more. The fault is his,he should have known better by now..Ming Hua never was a very patient man,not even towards his own daughter. His lips formed into a small pout as he bit the inside of his bottom lip. He stares at the mattress and just as he was about to rest his head,he quickly jolted up as he heard the sound of his window rattling, heard the lock break with a loud bang! before the windows flew open.
Ming Hua climbed inside the bedroom before standing up right,he casually dusted his clothes and frowned as he spotted a tear on the hem of his robes. He scoffed as he turned to glare at the nail sticking out on the edge of the window. He accusingly pointed at the nail before turning to look back at Xiao Ling who looked utterly offended and shocked as he gazed at the man infront of him,wondering what the hell is wrong with him.
Seeing the shock on his face,Ming Hua lowered his hand and casted his eyes downwards.
" you're shocked?…guess you don't remember me all that well" his voice was soft and carries a hint of hurt.
Xiao ling ofcourse did remember the other man's humor,how untimely and ridiculous it was ;that it was almost funny because of the pure audacity and stupidity. But it seems Ming Hua has forgotten that even back then,Xiao ling would often be shocked at the wrong timing,every time he thought that surely even this man can read the room, or surely not this time. Ming Hua would rise to the occasion.
" it's your who has forgotten " .
Ming Hua watched as Xiao ling plopped down on the bed and watched him with a sharp frown,annoyance shinning in his eyes.
Ming Hua stared back at him for a while before slowly walking towards the slumped up figure on the bed.
Xiao ling looked up and his eyes widen,his pupils shrinking to two tiny dotes. A strangled gasped escaped his lips as when he had turned his head,he did not see Ming Hua standing there,but instead he saw the man had jumped and his heavy body was now plummeting towards him. He crashed on top of him,knocking the air out of the man beneath him and making him see stars.
Ming Hua adjusted his posture until he was laying flat on Xiao ling,making him a make shift bed. His face was pressed into the mattress and after a bit of struggle,he finally managed to turn his head to the side ," get the fuck off..".
" no"
"…"
"…"
" the fuck do you mean 'no'?"
" as per my understanding,No means refusal or not any"
Xiao ling groaned and a cry broke out from his throat as he suddenly jolted up,sending a shocked Ming Hua tumbling and rolling on the floor.
" h-hey! What was that f-" Ming Huas voice drowned in his throat and he cowered back as he caught the look on Xiao lings face .
Xiao lings eyes were blazing with fury,yet they carried a deep sense of hopelessness and despair,he did not look like a man who was ready to start a new journey.
….
Do you know what hatred is? It's a wound. One that starts out small,you assume it will go away on his own but it only grows worst with time,growing bigger and bigger until the pain becomes unbearable,but since it grew gradually,you have slowly grown use to it. Soon it becomes infected,it's red and itchy,ugly to look at, and every time it twitches you remember what gave you that wound . Like a fever ,everything around you blurs ,voices carry no sound,people no longer have faces,colour no longer has meaning. You can feel yourself growing distant with each passing second,the fire of hatred inside you will be your death. You want to turn back,however that infected wound has reached a point of no return,it's a disease. Sooner or later your body will shut down, and you care but can't stop. Do you know what the worst part is,once your flames reach its peak and you get your revenge. You know you will fade away once that fire has burned everything.
…
The fire burns bright
It reaches for us
We can't escape
So let it embrace us
Even when we are scorched
I will remain besides you
Our bodies will merge
Our souls one
The world will burn
But we will already be gone
My baby
Will you go first?
Will you burn in my arms?
Will my voice be the last thing you hear or will it be the cackle of the fire
Will you die before you know i exist?
If there's another life will I see you?
Will I be your mother again?
Or will be burn again and again till we see each other again?
Let's burn ,let's burn till we meet again…