Fight

I woke up sitting on the floor by Aren's bed, my hand stretched to hold his while he slept, my upper body twisted in a weird, uncomfortable position. It took me a while to stand as my stiffened muscles refused to work, punishing me for my awkward way of falling asleep. It was four in the morning when I swayed back to my bedroom to lie down in bed and try to relax. I couldn't. The image of Aren, desperate and mortified in his sleep, haunted me each time I closed my eyes. What could cause him such pain? Was it something from his past?

"Lanfen..." I muttered, staring blankly at the ceiling.

It was probably a Chinese name. I wondered if it was his family member, but I had never heard him mention that name before. And what was it that he was calling? "Buyao zou"? I wondered what it could mean. Should I ask him in the morning? Would he answer? For the first time, I wasn't sure that he'd tell me the truth...

I was scared. I couldn't explain it, but something fragile had broken between us.