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How long is forever . . . ?
Sometimes just one second . . .
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Wang Yibo's POV
Somehow, I know I am a young child again.
I find myself in a sterile white room that is alien and familiar; why do I know this place?
There were a few adults dressed in medical scrubs in the room, watching me; something about them made me nervous.
I looked down at the table and discovered I had been drawing with crayons, it's a rainbow, but there are no windows in this room.
Eventually, I put my crayons away and wandered to another part of the room; in the corner, there's a table with a pile of books.
A little boy sits there, reading.
As I approached him, I hear myself ask a question, "how long is forever?"
The boy looked up from his book; his eyes were two deep pools of unknown emotions. It took him a fracture of a moment to answer, "sometimes, just one second."
And that was when our eyes collided; I realized who he was; Xiao Zhan.
The image faded as I was back in the room; my head felt like it got filled with cotton as my hands touched the floor.
Everything in the room seemed familiar, and all the memories washed over me; it was as if this world and I were connected.
I don't remember how long I sat there, but at some point, the puzzle pieces fell together inside my mind as I knew where Yibo was.
My feet led the way as I stood up, walking towards the door and only once glancing back to the small room that hid so many memories and recollections of scenes I long ago had forgotten.
While I was back in the room, I dusted off my clothes, walking towards the door leading to the hallway, my heart beating inside my ear.
As I stood in the hallway, silence dawned upon me, Songyun was nowhere in sight, and I was all alone, yet I had the feeling someone was watching me.
I continued walking through the long hallway, just as I remembered it to be, a long path until the darkness fully engulfed me, and there was no way back.
The first time I walked down here was when Zhan warned me, the second time was when I met Haikuan, the third time, I found the stairs to the roof where Zhouxuan was, and I know, this time, I would find the one I was searching for all along.
Call it intuition, but the silence was nagging at me; something felt wrong, I knew I got watched.
My eyes flew around to the walls closing me in, but nowhere did I saw a pair of eyes watching me, yet if I held my footsteps in for a mere second, I would hear it.
