The City of Angels

A fantasy of returning to 1980s Los Angeles, where in the end, we are destined to miss each other.

In my fantasy, I sketched out your future.

"The last stroke of your name is hard to write, but I learned it. Writing Chinese is really harder than speaking it."

He closed his eyes, his long lashes casting shadows as they fell. When he opened them, they seemed to glimmer with tears.

"Actually, I learned to speak a little Chinese a long time ago... But I wanted you to teach me... Xu Sen."

(Content warnings: tragic ending, regrets from youth, and more shields to be added as I think of them)

Theme: The bitter taste of faded memories