Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 441

Then maybe he would have caught up with her just in time to bid one last farewell, no matter how sorrowful it would have
been.
He could see her residence from a distance, splashed in innumerable specks of the morning sun. He had almost arrived when he
overheard a casual dialogue between her neighbours: her father had received news on Caucasians planning to invade their
town. The man had hastily gathered all that the family had and fled with the Wong’s.
She was gone.
The thought hardly seemed to get through as he struggled to stay afloat the crosscurrents of his emotions. The bittersweet taste
of inevitability consumed him, grappling with his anguished self for control. Neither were favourable—each wanted to watch
him sink to his knees and become nothing more than a wrecked havoc of the man he used to be. Heart hammering with
harrowing velocity, a chill shot through his spine, piercing his body and soul.
Was this all that they were? Just a glitch in the carefully patched fabric of fate?
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2017
She caught his hauntingly familiar forest green eyes, seared on her memory though they had never met.