Ever since he could remember, no, ever since Xia Anran saw the way that man looked at him, he had known he should never have been born.
Scene One:
He stood at the edge of the cliff, his dull eyes fixed on the endless abyss. A sick, obsessive longing filled them: a longing for death. "I don't want anything anymore! I don't want anything! I'm sorry, Xiaoxiao. I don't want to live anymore. I'm so tired. Forgive me. I miss you. I'm sorry. I want to come be with you..."
"Please, come back with us! If anything happens to you, we're all as good as dead!" they pleaded with the kindhearted man he had always been. But he was no longer that man... Now, he had only him...
"Xiaoxiao, I'm coming..." A relieved smile curled his lips...
Scene Two:
He gently stroked his face, his hand tenderly moving back and forth, unable to bear pulling away. It was an utterly ordinary face, while his own was captivating beyond compare. His eyes were unfocused and empty, yet fixed stubbornly on him.
"Why?"
"I'm sorry."
"Is that all?"
"..."
"Heh..." He had nothing left to lose...
This is an angst-filled story, girls, so brace yourselves! Of course, to soothe your tender little hearts, there'll also be funny and sweet moments. It won't be angst, angst, angst right from the start, so...
When I get a fan group, I'll post some, uh, stuff [innocent face (*/ω\*)] to make up for the tears you might shed later (*/ω\*)
A shameless work where I let myself go~ (￣▽￣~)~ Don't take it too seriously, or you'll end up crying (*/ω\*)
This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. 罒ω罒
I have to emphasize that there are beautiful tops! Beautiful tops! Beautiful tops galore! (*/ω\*)
No angst, no fun~ The evil stepmother will take you flying~ [wink]
No personal attacks! If you don't like it, click X.
[I'm a newcomer, so please be kind~]
