Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 412

“So you’re willing to give up on… everything we had? And for what? Money? Power? Is that all you want?”
“What? I thought you’d support me!” She looked offended, “We’d still be friends too! You could-“
“Friends, is that what we are?” I cut her off.
“So what if it’s something more? Can you blame me for wanting a better life? Look around you Sky, look at what our
country’s become! Are you really fine with constantly being looked down upon? True love, friendship… can you survive on
these?” she exclaimed. I opened my mouth to say something, but my mind went blank, Peony left the room with a huff.
Peony left for Japan. I left all her letters unread.
Today’s the eighth-year anniversary of our first show. I am sitting in the train leaving Shanghai, I looked out the window
mindlessly.
The radio broke the silence, “Major news report- Japan has suffered a tragic atomic bombing in Hiroshima, causing huge
number of casualties. Known deaths include the general Takashi Akio and his Chinese wife Peony Chang…”
My eyes widened as the mug fell from my hands and shattered on the ground.