The Superstar's Autograph [YiZhan]

Chapter Fourteen

The Superstar's Autograph
_Chapter Fourteen

[ Dedicated to jiasona45 ]

Credits to the original owner of this song.

Part 2 of my crying.
"Mom, I'm having sore eyes. That's why I got red eyes."
- Lie of the author

P.S. I KEPT ON EDITING THIS! DAMN IT!

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You told me you loved me, so why did you go away? Yibo, you can't do this to me...

Someone's pair of moving hands in front of my face transported my mind back to my bedroom floor where I sat wearing Yibo's sweatshirt and shorts from last night. I could feel his arms around me, his scent still lingers to my nostrils and his breathing while sleeping beside me was crystal clear in my memory. The way his eyelids starts to flutter and his lashes would tickle me. And his lips, every movement of it made my heart produced unexpected tantrums and somersault motions in its cage.

"Jia Cheng! What the hell?!" I spanked his legs and he positioned himself across me. Cross-legged, he studied me like an exam he needed to pass in order to graduate.

"What's wrong with you, Zhan? You don't look good. Did Zoey break up with you?" He's too dumb to analyze what's going on with my thoughts.

I shook my head. "What? Zoey?"

"You don't know Zoey?" My best friend's face twisted.

I am not in the mood to laugh at him. "The fuck! I know her!"

"Oh, okay. Then why are you growing mushrooms here in your place?"

"Growing mushrooms?" I looked for fleshy fungus in my surroundings. "There's no mushroom here, dumbass."

"What I meant is that you've become strange. You stayed here like a hermit. Zoey said she's been calling you since yesterday and you didn't pick your phone up. She also said that after every show of Wang Yibo you gone missing, not giving a clue where you are. And now, you are on the floor of your living room, being emo who looked as if you are waiting for asteroids to divide earth into shards. You didn't even answer my texts, man."

"Yeah...Wang Yibo...That...Wang Yibo..." I mutely muttered.

"Zhan? What's with that expression? Are you perhaps in love with someone new?" I tuned him down as I fixed my eyes to the sleeves of the shirt that hugged me.

One fifty-nine in the morning, that's the time Yibo left me without looking back. Drawing lines and boundaries between us. I never imagined we'd end like this. I mean, we could be close friends and drink beers and wines sometimes. Meet again and talk back about our times together under that snowfall, eating ice creams and we'll banter because of his uncalled-for pick-up lines that could melt anyone's cold aorta.

The smirk, the laugh, the twinkles in his eyes whenever he called my name, the smiley eyes of him, and those foreign feelings he shot like arrows of Cupid to my direction...God...Only couple of hours past and I already missed him so much. All I could think of that he was sent to me to make me understand the fact of how alone and isolated I am...even at times when I am not with Zoey, I didn't feel this kind of sorrow. But without him, my world's precise rotation on its axis halted.

My eyes dropped abundant of tears that I couldn't think what were the reasons out of it. I didn't sleep again after he went to his destination. I slumped on the floor beaten, occupied by melancholy and forlorn.