[Completed]
BOOK 1 OF WHERE I BELONG
-A Modern AU-
Wei Wuxian has a mess for a past; his parent's death, an adoption he didn't believe he deserved, a past self he hated with all he had, and an incident he'd rather not talk about ever again. He natur...
Never knew I missed you this much, Never knew how empty I felt, But now the feelings flow like never before, Because I remember how good it could taste.
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Holding onto Lan Zhan's hand, I smile, recognizing his face. "It's really you," I chuckle. "Hell, you were acting like you don't know me." He keeps looking at me with an unreadably small expression. "Wait you remember me, don't you?"
"Mn. Wei Ying," he says, revealing a deep bottomless voice; nothing like it used to be.
I scrub a hand on my eyes. "Oh god, why did you pretend you—" I pause remembering that the only reaction he got from me is an expression of a mummified moron. "Never mind, forget it," I mutter. "How long have you been coming here? I don't remember seeing you before."
"Today is the first." He replies. So he's still one-worded like he used to be. He looks behind, I follow his gaze to a black Mercedes parked on the other side of the road. "I . . . should go now. Sorry."
Of course, I can't just spring out of nowhere and expect him to hang out with me, he does look like he's in a hurry. Still, despite that, some stubborn voice tells me that we shouldn't be strangers again just like this. "Do you have time tomorrow? Wanna grab a coffee with me?" He looks surprised. "Come on, for the old times' sake?"
After a totally bleak moment, he says, "Okay."
"Cool!" I chirp, like a literal chirp. "I'll meet you here at . . . four?"
Lan Zhan hums, unlike back then, it's a mezzo staccato in the first octave. It's . . . uh, it's deep.
"I'll leave for now," he says and looks down at—at our hands. A stabbing realization—I was still holding his. Fuck me.
"Oh." I couldn't stop the nervous chuckle that springs out of my mouth as I let go of the hand. "Sorry, I didn't—"
His gaze follows my hand. The second stabbing realization—I'm still wearing that wristband. Now I'm trying to—casually—put it behind my back. The god-forsaken odds are never in my favor.
"See you tomorrow," I attempt.
Another hum. It's deep.
He turns around and crosses the road. I think I might die before I do see him tomorrow.
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When I walk into the living room, I had two pairs of eyes staring at me. "He looks okay," Shijie comments from the couch. "Better, maybe."
Cheng takes a good look at me and says, "He was pretty out of it before."
I stare at them dumbfounded. "What's going on?"
"Cheng tells me you were acting weird? Are you okay?"
