Chapter 134 - 134 Make You Comeback

Before I can reach the bathroom doorway, I heard he said;

"You're acting like a stranger now," he says softly, my brain stopping me in my tracks.

His words stab me on the point. I'm bleeding.

"No, I don't. Instead, I feel like a stranger,"I say quietly, swallowing hard and trying to prevent the shakes that are threatening to invade my body.

Silence knock again, many question flood over my head. Right now I really don't know what to do and I thought the pain couldn't get any worse. Until yesterday, before I followed Kevin, I thought I was at the lowest level of hell already. But all is wrong when I seeing him like this is crippling me. I need to leave and continue with my battle to get over him. Feeling like I've been knocked back a few steps, now that I've seen him again, but the truth is, I hadn't really made any progression in my recovery. If anything, this will make the whole painful process easier.

"Look at me, please," he says.

My heart sprints up to my throat at his words that are a plea rather than the usual demand. Even his voice sounds different. It's not the familiar deep, husky, s.e.xy rumble I know. Now, it is cracked and broken. He is cracked and broken, which means I am cracked and broken.

Slowly pivot to face him who I feel like he is a stranger to me all of sudden, seeing his bottom lip wedged between his teeth as he looks at me through hollow eyes.

"Sorry, I can't," I turn and leave, my heart hammering, but getting slower at the same time. It's going to stop soon.

"Babe!" He screams

I could hear that he is coming after me, but I don't want to look back at him.

Right now, I know he's not at full strength, so this might be the only time I actually get away from him.

Hell! What I was thinking before coming here?

Flashbacks of last Sunday overwhelm my head as I take the stairs fast, my vision blurry, my legs numb.

As I hit the bottom of the staircase, I feel the familiar grip of his hand around my wrist, and I panic, flying around to push him away from me.

"Let me go!" I scream, frantically trying to release myself from his powerful hold.

And don't touch me!" I yell.

"Please, don't do this." he pleads, grabbing my other wrist and holding me in front of him.

I crumble to the floor, feeling helpless and fragile. I'm already broken, but he can dish the final blow that will finish me off.

"Please, no," I sob. '

"Don't make everything getting more complicated here," I say in sobbing.

Then he falling to the floor with me and he pulling me onto his lap and smothering me completely.

I sob relentlessly into his chest. I can't control it anymore. 

His face pushes into my hair.

"Wei Lin, I'm sorry," he whispers.

"I. I really so sorry. I know don't deserve it, but please give me another chance. I can't lose you," He squeezes me hard in his embrace.

"Please, babe. Give me another chance, all I want is only you," He begs.

"Sorry, I actually don't know what to do." I'm being honest.

Because the truth is I really don't know what to do. At some point, I feel the need to escape from him, but at the same time, I can feel that I need to stay and letting him solving us better.

But if I stay, will I get dealt that death blow? Or if I leave, will that be the death blow? For both of us?

All I know is the strong, firm, assertive of him, and Feng Teng who will broods if I defy him. When I threaten to leave him, he will allure me and shower his love to me until I'm delirious.  He is capable and powerful beyond my thought over him.

"Wei Lin. No more run away from me again," he begs, holding me tight. I notice his shakes have subsided.

I pull back, wiping my tear-stained face with the back of my hand, my eyes fixed on his stomach, his scar bigger and more obvious than ever before. I can't look at his eyes. They are not familiar to me anymore. They are not dark with anger or sparkling with pleasure, not narrowed fiercely or hooded with l.u.s.t for me.

They are completely empty pits of nothing, with no comfort to offer me. Despite of that, though, I know if I walk out of that door, I will end up destroying myself.

My only hope is to stay, find the answers that I need and pray they don't destroy me. He has the power to destroy me.

His cold hand slides under my chin and pulls my face up to his.

"Babe, I'm going to make this all right. I'm going to make you remember us," He whisper.

I stare into his eyes and see determination through the haze of his eyes.

Determination is good, but does it eradicate the pain and madness that has come before it?

"Cannot you just make me remember the conventional way?" I ask seriously.

It's not a joke, although he smiles a little.

"Babe, I'm making it my mission objective. I'll do anything just for your comeback to me," He promised

His words, a repeat from our first night, they are spoken with as much resolve as they were back then.

He kept his promise to prove that I wanted him. A small flicker of hope lightens my heavy heart, and I sink my face back down into his chest, clinging onto him.

I believe him.

A quiet exhale of breath escapes his lips as he pulls me closer and holds on as his life depends on it.

It probably does. And mine too.

"Hmm. Your warm bath will get cold." I mumble into his bare chest when we're still crumpled on the floor in a firm hold sometime later.

"But I'm comfier here," he complains, and I detect a familiar piece of him in his tone.