fourteen

a sorrowful rain of silence showered upon the boys as they sat on little logs. dejun was lost in his thoughts, wondering as to how yangyang got such an idea.

liu yangyang had tears building up in his eyes as he failed to stop staring at the other's brown orbs. "dejun." he softly calls as if his voice would cause an avalanche of sorts.

"yeah?" "i'm sorry.." xiao dejun looked at the younger with a dumbfounded expression before nodding as a sign that he wanted the younger to explain. "i'm sorry for being such a dick." "yangyang, you weren't a di—"

"yes i was... if i wasn't then you wouldn't feel lonely. those crowds are useless and me, being the only one who had such an idea, could've— should've helped."