24 Be Hones

He knelt in front of Chang and rifled through it until he found ointment for cuts and bruises, as well as band-aids. He unscrewed the cap for the ointment and out a small drop on his fingertip to put on the wounds on her face, but her hands reached out and stopped his right before it reached her face. Her eyes searching his for answers. His eyes found her hands though.

Her hands looked so small and delicate on his, she seemed so fragile.. He narrowed his eyes at a large scrape on the back of her left hand's knuckles. Then a dark lurid bruise forming on her porcelain skin on her forearm in the shape of a man's hands. He shook slightly, but continued his silent inspection, from the bruises, to the small cuts and scratches as she had been pressed to the ground, fighting; to the three small cuts along the left side of her neck. Eventually his gaze full of emotion came back to her face, and finally her wet eyes.

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Chang had a million questions she wanted to ask the man who came before her appearing tender and dedicated. The one most important that stood in her mind was why though.

'Why did you come for me?' 'Why are you here?' 'Just why...'

When she saw him kneel before her and try to treat her injuries, she stopped him. She had to ask, she tried to swallow the rising lump in her throat, but it threatened to choke her and her tears threatened to spill seeing the care in his gaze. As his gaze finally met hers she finally found the courage to ask.

"Why are you here..?" she whispered, unable to make her voice any louder.

"For you, obviously."

"But...why?" She no longer had the courage to look him in the eye and so fixed her blurring vision on her knees. She whispered the last bit "I'm no longer your wife..."

"Oh, and who said that?" he said dryly, she could hear tones of his anger laced in.

"Didn't you read the letter that I left, and the divorce papers I signed?"

"Mmm, I did." He pulled the worn, creased letter out of his back pocket with his free hand and threw it on the ground beside her right foot. " As for the useless garbage, I burned it..Care to explain any of this bull$#it?!"

Chang was startled to hear him curse, while he didn't yell his tone became incredibly imposing. She felt her grip tighten around his hand subconsciously as she tried to breathe steady.

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Since then he had been anxious, desperate to see her face one more time. Her face had haunted his dreams every night, when he had been able to sleep. He would chase her to find only when he caught her there was nothing. He was so angry at first, but over time had felt it dissipate. Her words dug up the anger he had buried and with a fiery charge it erupted. Liang Jian Amal felt her hands tighten around the hand that was still poised to help her.