“Who are you?” Wufan asks with determine lace in his voice as he takes a step forward, fists tightening at the scene; blood splatter across the rubble grey pavement and dead bodies filing up, indistinguishable and with eyes that will never open again.
The sight is gruelling however it is as if Wufan has encounter this before; encounter all the horrendous wrong-doings and somehow, encounter the boy with jet black hair, eyes gleaming with sparks of red and his tattered white wings broken and dismantle.
“My name is Yixing and we met a thousand times if you must know.” The boy -or creature- says, smirking at Wufan’s direction.
“If we did then I would have definitely remembered you.” Wufan retorts, his shoulder shaking with a slight fear and his sweaty hands, fumbling to find his phone.
When Wufan glances up, Yixing’s eyes seems to mould into his and the latter feels eerie. It is as if the boy knew exactly who he is; every aspect and every clandestine that Wufan strained hard to enclose.
Yixing saunters up to Wufan, chuckling and showcasing his dimple that has Wufan thinking how a beautiful creature like him could commit such as sin.
“We met a thousand times before,” Yixing starts off, observing at him with eyes that holds nothing but waves of despondency, desperation and all Wufan wants to do is take away those obscure blankets of grief.
The wings spread open and Wufan realizes it is starting to grow black.
Yixing smiles bitterly, placing his soft delicate hand on Wufan’s cheek and it tugs Wufan’s heart, “We met oh so many times Wufan but fallen angels should never be remembered and like a thousand times; I’ll say this. Forget me and run away. Run far away. You’re innocent; I’m tainted, we will never belong together so forget me, my love.”
A thousand times, Wufan thinks as he starts to get drowsy, a thousand times of broken love repeated again and again, it must hurt.
A white feather cascades onto his palm that gently turns black while a tear slips out unknowingly as Wufan falls unconscious; forgetting Yixing, forgetting ever meeting him.
Forgetting his own fallen angel.