fairytales

Lips of an Angel

Junkai is thinking about a past love that had transformed him into a better person. And then he gets a call from him.

I used to love playing with his dark brown locks. When he was busy with something-homework or the like-he'd swat my hand away, telling me to stop and let him concentrate. He loved it, though he'd never say so. When he wasn't busy, Yuan would let me run my fingers through his hair and lay his head on my shoulder.

I was enchanted by his eyes. They were always so full of emotion. Yuan was always so sensitive. His heart was practically on his sleeve. When he was angry, he was a force to be reckoned with. When he was sad, he'd cry with such emotion I'd find myself crying too. When he was happy, he'd laugh and his smile would split his face, his eyes sparkling with mirth and life and joy.

His voice wasn't deep or seductive. But I lived for that voice. I loved hearing him speak. And when I made love to him, I soaked in the sounds he made. Hearing his voice drenched in pleasure did something to me. I worshipped him, all for the sake of that voice.

I open my eyes and sat up. I glance at Zifeng beside me. She's still fast asleep.

My phone lights up on the nightstand. It's midnight. Who would be calling at this time of night?

I grab my phone and leave the bedroom for the living room, sitting on the couch. It's a number I don't recognize. I answer, ready for a drunk or a kid prank calling me.

"Hello?"

"Junkai?"

I freeze. "Yuan?" I feel chills.

Honey, why are you calling me so late?

It's kind of hard to talk right now.

Nothing.

"Yuan, is that you?"

"I wasn't sure if you changed your phone, so..."

"Yuan, why are you calling?"

"I shouldn't have, I know-"

"It's not that, it's just...it's really late."

I hear rasping. Is he crying?

"Yuan? Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine."

"You're crying. I know you too well. I know you're crying."

Honey, why you crying?

Is everything okay?

I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud.

"I said I'm fine."

"Okay, okay."

"Why are you talking so quietly? I can't hear you well."

I glance at the bedroom. "I...my girl's still asleep."

Oh well, my girl's in the next room.

Sometimes I wish she was you.

I guess we never really moved on.

"Oh. You have a girlfriend now?"

"I do. But..."

I pinch the bridge of my nose, tears stinging my dry, tired eyes. God, Yuan I miss you. I miss you so much. I bite back those words. How can I say them after what happened between us? "How's your mother?"