Chapter 10 (1/2)

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Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10:

He Zhishu days now filled with cold and darkness. When he closes his eyes, he tries to visualize a bright place filled with jasmine. He was seventeen when first made love with Jiang Wenxu as a birthday present. The sweet love of the then was now fake. Now there is only pain and endless struggle. The scent of jasmine has long since left He Zhishu's body, replaced by the smell of smoke. More painful that not having it, is to have the best of it and then lose it all.

After some time, the door opened. Jiang Wenxu stared down at him with cold eyes and said. “If you don't come in I'll leave you here outside.”

He Zhishu stood and went inside. He was very upset but didn't have the strength to refuse. Jiang Wenxu threw him out so he could cool off his temper, and also so He Zhishu could think about what he said. Jiang Wenxu could not believe him saying that he wanted to break up with him. Then, he noticed the blood on He Zhishu's s.h.i.+rt.

“What were you doing outside?” he asked, his face puzzled.

Jiang Wenxu took off He Zhishu's clothes and washed his face with warm water. Jiang Wenxu saw that he was very thin.

“I have a nosebleed.” He Zhishu answered, wiping his face with a towel.

“Why didn't you just knock? Did you think I wouldn't let you in?” said Jiang Wenxu.

He drew the bloodstained clothes aside, closed the bathroom door and joined He Zhishu. Under the shower Jiang Wenxu hugged He Zhishu and kissed him. His touched crawled from He Zhishu's waist to his chest and he couldn't help but frown.

“Are you doing drugs? How did you become so thin?” he asked.

He Zhishu shook his head and said nothing, even what happened just recently he didn't want to talk about. Jiang Wenxu adjusted the shower and pressed He Zhishu on the wall and kissed him as he rubbed his waist. The cold tiles made He Zhishu s.h.i.+ver and he didn't have the strength to make love to Jiang Wenxu. Despite Jiang Wenxu's erotic movements, a feeling of nausea lingered in He Zhishu. He remembered how Jiang Wenxu ignored his s.e.xual needs these past years.

“Let go. I don't want to do it. I am very tired.” these words were clear to him.