It wasn't the right one to deal with,
It wasn't the only one that you need to think about,
The one that he's waiting wasn't coming back,
The one that he's waiting would not see him again.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"When will you come back, Althea?" Qing Long asked as he glanced everywhere, trying to dissipate the idea of being there. He knew that in a few moments, if he waited... he would try to wait for Althea, no matter what. He looked at the side, trying to depict what would happen in the waves.
How come that he could think of anything rather than Althea by now? He wanted to have this kind of connection with her he didn't know how to get rid of. Qing Long closed his eyes, gave up on the dreams he wished would happen. He gritted his teeth, glancing at the stairs, only to find out that Mei was running up the steep steps.
