When Nightmares Come True - BJYX

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Frantically Xiao Zhan went to his mail box. Unable to register most of the mails, his eyes were only searching for Wang Hao Xuan's email. Ah! He found it!

XueYang@mail,com

His fingers worked on their own without much thought and before he knew it, he had already sent the mail directly asking.

XZ: How is Wang Yibo?!

He kept staring into the screen that would dim a little as the time went by and later would brighten again when he tapped on it constantly. He stared at it long, forgetting everything around, like in a trance. Hours later when the morning gleam died down did a reply came.

XY: ZhanZhan! I'm really glad you decided to contact me! BoBo is perfectly fine, why do you ask?

XZ: How do you know? Do you have a proof?

Xiao Zhan had become paranoid at some point but he learnt that it was better to be careful than to regret later.

XY: of course, just last night I sent him Catalogue of Beijin Museum. They are going to hold a Legos exhibition.

Xiao zhan read that again and again till his heart settled down and his brain accepted the fact. All the blood rush finally died down and he felt extremely exhausted. He had been on edge since last night.

XZ: Can we meet sometime?

Not even in his wildest dream Xiao Zhan thought that he would be taking the initiative to invite someone, especially not the ones who bullied him.

XY: Of course, I would love that. I'm coming to Beijing in few days for the museum anyway, how about we all go together there?

Museum of Legos.

Xiao Zhan once promised to take Wang Yibo to Shanghai Lego exhibition. He had wished many times to fulfill that promise, would he be able to do that now?

Xiao Zhan didn't reply, he fell into slumber, fatigued after the whole fiasco.

Maybe in the future...

. . .

The pungent smell of formaldehyde was mixed with the scent of Lilies, forming a tempest of bitter-sweet gale. A young man, replaced the flowers of the vase –which he brought yesterday – to the ones he brought just now.

He let the curtains aside, allowing the fresh ray of suns to cast on the embalm, inside which was resting a beautiful woman.

Like a doll so beautiful, she laid there, sleeping for an eternity. The young man, wearing a green scrub and mask sat at the furthest corner of the mediocre room. His honey oracles gazed at the embalm, the light of the sun intermingled with that of the room and created bizarre patterns on the mirror that had sealed it.

After a long silence, he uttered words softly, almost like a plead,

"Mother."

There was no breath, no heartbeat, no motion, no nothing.

"Father is doing alright...for now. Brother is with him most of the time. But...it doesn't look like he can carry out for long...I-I don't know what to do – to save him."

The young man shifted his gaze to the window. He could spot the birds in a nest, chirping as their mother feed them.

"...If father dies, I'd be free."

He glanced back at the person, resting peacefully. Were those tears in his eyes or the reflection of the light?

"Brother would have to deal with the contract though, But I'm sure with Zhuocheng's help, that won't be hard to take care of. We'll be free, Mother."