Denial won't do you any good,
Feelings were scarce,
But if you have the guts to persist,
You couldn't resist what the heart screamed about.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
Qing Long's eyes brimmed with tears as he pursed his lips. Mei leaned her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms tighter than usual. She soothed his back. Qing Long closed his eyes as he murmured, "I don't know anymore, Mei. I really don't know anymore..."
The sharp pain that resonated all over his chest was undeniable. He couldn't eradicate it. He wanted to vent it out, but he didn't have enough strength to do it. Qing Long sobbed, trying to let it all out in one go. He glanced at the lawn, saw the waves crashing.
His tears could fill up a bucket on its own. Mei caressed his hair, as she knew he needed someone he could lean on. He leaned his head on Mei's side, trying to soothe himself that everything would be alright.
