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A WILTED FLOWER
                          
Wang Yibo P.O.V
                          
Can they not just get on my nerves all the fucking time? It's like my daily routine. My day won't even start if they don't yell at me!
                          
Whatever! I literally destroyed their office anyway. This time they forced me to go to the office to yell at me.
                          
Right now I'm lying inside my own room. This room, the only place that shelters me whenever I need. I spent the whole day inside. I haven't gone out, I haven't left my bed, I haven't eaten anything either. And the most surprising thing, well maybe not so surprising, no one came to call for me either. Well who would? Mom and dad won't, cuz they barely care. They hardly know. Gege won't, because he isn't here. He's out of country for a week. And then there are the maids. They don't dare to come near my room.
                          
Right now it's probably midnight. I don't even know the time. From when I came back and entered the room I haven't even opened the curtain or turned on a single light. There's no sound outside. Or maybe there is I just can't hear it. Am I sleeping right now? Why do I feel like this? What is happening? But I'm sure I'm not sleeping. I can feel the flower I've been holding in my hand. It's the flower that she gave me.
                          
I still remember the day even though I feels like it was ages ago. I was still in middle school. I went to the cemetery to Yaya and Dada's graves. They were the only people who cared for me and loved me. Yaya and Dada are my grandparents. My dad's parents. But maybe because they loved me they were taken away from me. They died when I was really young.
                          
That day I went there for my birthday. Like every year, I went up to the hill, gave them some flowers, burnt some incense and whole coming downhill I saw a lady. An angel to be precise. She had the face of an angel, her voice could be called music. And she gave me those flowers. I didn't know what those little blossoms were called then, but now I know. They're called Forget-me-not.
                          
I remember she was wearing a black mourning dress. Maybe that day she was there to bury someone she loves. She had tears in her eyes but she smiled at me. I didn't know to understand back then, but now I do what she might have thought.
                          
She told me, "Take these flowers. Remember to always keep those, who are lying here, in your heart." I saw how her long hair made a halo around her face. She said, "Remember to find them, those your heart yearns for. Never to forget."
                          
At that age, those were really hard to understand words. But somehow I kept those words near my heart. And slowly with time I learned to understand what she said that day. But I don't even know who my heart yearns for. 'In your heart, you'll know.' she said.
                          
I don't know what happened today, but I felt like I needed to go back there. I opened that old cover diary that Yaya gave me with all her handwriting, and got those bunch of wilted flowers out and held them in my hand. The crispness of the dried out flowers gave me the feeling that maybe I wasn't alone anymore. But who's there for me? Who? Nobody!
                          
I went back there every year. But never found her ever again. Maybe she was just a dream. But it felt so real.
                          
I don't know when or how, but somehow I kept the flowers back into the diary and kept it safe. Am I drunk? But I'm not that lightweight. And I remember I didn't drink today. There are no bottles in my room. Not a single one.
                          
Why am I sleeping on the sofa? Wasn't I on the bed just now?
                          
Feels like I'm in the dreamland. I'm floating like a feather. Weightless, flowing with the wind. There's so much light. This place is so pure, so beautiful. Like it was meant for someone innocent, someone pure. But I'm not innocent, I'm not pure. I'm black. I'm not white! I'm not meant to be here! Someone please take me out of here. Please! I don't want to taint anything here. I don't belong here. Gege, please take me back. Mom, dad, please take me back. Please don't do this to me. Please love me. All I want is a little bit of love. Can anyone not give that to me?
                          
Wait! Where am I? Why is it so dark? Why can't I make any sound?
                          
I feel trapped inside a flower. A wilted forget-me-not. There's a hideous face looking at me. Then it turns into a white beautiful angel. The angel smiles at me. It beacons me to go to it. It's hands are...... No..... Wilted forget-me-nots...... No...... No.... Take me out of here.... Please..... Anyone.... Please....
                          
There's some sounds. I can here some sounds. Metallic. It's coming from somewhere near. What is that sound? Oh it's music.
                          
"Dad have you even tried to call him? You remember what happened that day right?" There's a voice too. It's familiar. Oh! Gege. Gege. I want to call out. But why can't I?
                          
The metallic sound comes again. It's so loud. I just want to follow gege's voice and find him. But I can't move. Why can't I?
                          
"I'm tracking his device, like it or not!" Gege is close. He'll save Yibo. Yibo won't be alone anymore right? Yibo don't want to be alone anymore.
                          
"What do you see, A-Kuan?" A woman. Who's that? Angel? No. She's not angel. Her voice is not so beautiful. But her voice is beautiful too. She's beautiful too. Who is she? Mom? Mom! Mama! Yibo is so lonely mama!
                          
"He's home. What do you mean you can't find him anywhere, and he was home all along!? Woman! He's your own son damnit." No why are you going farther gege? Don't go. Gege. Take Yibo with you, gege! Please.
                          
Why does this dreamland feel so real? Why does my body hurt? I'm so tired. Gege, please come. Take me out of here. Yibo is lonely here. Gege! Dad! Ma! Please come!
                          
Help me, please! Someone help me!
                          
Then suddenly a loud sound broke everything. I wasn't in a dreamland anymore. There's no white. It's dark everywhere. It's so cold. And then there came sound. Voices. A lot of voices. It's so loud here. Am I still in the dreamland? Is it another dream? Or is it a nightmare?
                          
"Yibo!"
                          
"Yibo!"
                          
"Yibo!"
                          
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Here's a new chapter lovelies..... This chapter is somewhat taken from a real life experience.... And for those who are wondering, yes, it was Yibo's character I was developing for the last month and it took me that long to come up with all the complexities and curves of the character.... I'm yet to form a solid foundation for Zhan.... But I'll do that along the way...
                          
Also I want you guys to please tell me briefly what you make off of this chapter.... I'm writing the next chapter and I need those inputs from you guys to keep going!
                          
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