Hate

You have what I don't have. You are what I'm not. Daozhang... how can we not hate each other because of this?

You... you could be what I can't be... I think I must have hated you for this. I'm... so despicable... forgive me....

Maybe... Xiao Xingchen thought as he looked at the sky. But, he can't see it. He smiled bitterly. ... it's my guilt that's why I gave him what deprived him the most – candy. He thought as he lost his consciousness.

Even just before I die I couldn't see the sky... so cruel, the heavens.

"Daozhang... daozhang!" Xue Yang cried and pulled his hair because of madness. He died... he died... he's dead... he died! He thought, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at the lifeless body of Xiao Xingchen before him. "Daozhang... why...?" he asked. "Is that how much you loathe me, even to choose death than to be with me...?" he asked, hurt. "Am I that disgusting? Hateful? Loathed? Daozhang... hey, daozhang... answer me. Answer me! I don't know, so answer me!" he yelled as he shook his shoulders. "Daozhang... please... come back..." he cried. "I need you... I need you to answer me... give me the answer, please..." he said, his voice hoarse.

Daozhang... why won't you answer me? he thought as a tear fell from his eyes.

Because you'll never come back... ever.