There is always hope for a dying soul. Deep down, somewhere, it's hidding.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because it has to be done."

"Then, with my papa? Of all people?"

"It has to be."

"Still, why!? Ling Zi Shao?" His imagination was over the mirror, eyeing himself. While the lady called is behind, her too facing the mirror.

"You don't have money! Everything around you is just a hallucination of what you could have all along but they all never belonged to you!"

"Money! Isn't it for soulmates to strive for what has been mentioned for the rest of their lives? If you want to stay with me! Shouldn't we hard ourselves from the scratch to the top?" Asks Zhan.

"No! I didn't want you so as you could trouble me with the issues of searching for life! But I wanted you because of money! Guess I would never have it? Because your dependence of life is through your father. This apartment, you own it because of your father's sweat? Wrong?" Raising her brow.

"Then leave my father but give me a year. Will make it up for you! I don't know why I didn't get angry nor even leave you? Because my heart has drown itself to the pool and streams of emotions for you!"

"Also..." Taking a step. Siding her head, she whispers. "incompetent in everything, including your life....is miserable. But the worst is You are.....crazy. And that's the truth."

The moment Zhan entered his room, the one he once shared with his love of life, took off the cover. Walked on every and each angle to reminse those time he lived. But everything became hectic when he saw his view on the mirror. A simple hallucination of his image in a black off collar casual shirt with white tripped jeans. The reflection was gloomy. Unreadable. While he was wearing a white polo shirt and black pants

Blinking twice, Zhan takes more steps to see himself with different clothes.

"We do resemble." Tracing his figure. But a bitter chuckle escapes his mouth. "I know you. You are the crazy Zhan. She once said. They said too. So nothing isn't known to anybody. Why? Just why does it have to be me? You tell me." Leaning his ear over the mirror (listening) but a sarcastic laughter escapes his mouth.

"Do you really think of me like that? Money! Is my love for you not enough?, Nothing! But followed our wealth?"

"I can't build a future with an idol. Also, you know nothing about this industry. For me to wake up surrounded by paparazzi's everyday? Have limited life in everything. No! Never in my life. You know...let's just break-up." Crossing her arms.

"What?" Maybe because he heard wrong so he turned to have a clear view of her face. "Repeat that?"

"Let's break-up."

"See!! You were too weak to fight back. Tell me why??" Zhan took a flower vase directly he threw it over the mirror, making some pieces break apart...

Right now he is waiting for a food package. He couldn't make an order online because he wanted Zhan to have a good and eatable good which his stomach could hold. That's what his mind worked for, ever since he took him to the hospital. And since a week is by two days after, they'll have to go back for the results hearing.

Waiting a lot, he was sitting o er an empty table with a glass of water. It's currently 8:30pm night, the road is still busy, some arrangements for parties, so nothing bothers him by now. Also, it's the time they get to spend together if not for morning also while in the afternoon will be their time for show. And additional to weekends the time is enough for them, or otherwise resting inside too isn't a bad idea.

Seeing the chef packing the foods yibo stood and directly head over the counter to fetch what's his then leave.

"Oh!! Someone left his wallet. You see that mister, sorry. If you help me send him his property." Speaks the guy.

"Sure." Yibo took the wallet with his bag then run after the man. "Mister!!" Shouted his lungs but the guy didn't turn or spare him a glance. "Is he deaf by any means?" Thinks yibo increasing his speed.

Zhan was still throwing anything on his sight so as to destroy the weak Zhan he is seeing. (Hallucination)

"Leave me alone!!..let me live in peace. You are dead, then why are you standing there." Throwing his hand on air trying to catch a ghost or his hallucination of a woman wearing white dress though covered with blood, smiling with her purple lips, pale skin. More like a walking corpse.

"Don't be scared. When you killed you were strong." Witchy laughter escapes her mouth making Zhan cover his ears.

"Leave from here! Leave...leave!!" Taking a glass jar throwing it over the wall where he saw a lady.

"You can't live peaceful if you keep on thinking about your past Zhan. You have to stop all the shits by facing your father. He is the cause of me Turning like this. Ask him why is he doing all these? Killing her was never a mistake. Face your father! You need to face him! You have to!! That woman is gone. Just like how Naila Zhang left you. You forgot her. Then do this to ling Zi Shao. Forget everything. Move on. But before anything else, strengthen up and face your father. Your closer person can be your nightmare in your life."

The tired hallucination of Zhan kept shouting to face his father.

"Stop!! Make it stop!!" Holding his head, his knees give up landing the floor. "Yibo, Mom, Ji li...please...help." gasping for air. Frowns his hairs roughly, the same time he covers his ears tears of pain escape his eyes. "Shut. Up." The words come out as mere whispers. "Zanilla...help....

Yibo for a moment his mind worked in horror after feeling like the man was hearing him carefully but playing him. He could feel his body out of breath and pain feeling over his legs just by walking fast. Walking through the corner where there are few people, few lights are present as there are some broken bulbs, and there his tracks stopped.

"You fucking moron!! Stop playing me! Understood? If you are that rich, then this bitchy wallet I'm gonna throw it here! And you gonna come fetch it yourself, fuck it!!" Throwing the wallet he turns to leave and thus he could realise how far he kept chasing this faggot. Yet he could feel the moron, turning but his moves weren't welcome at all, so he chose to start running. Running for his sanity. "I didn't know that good deeds can cost your life someday. Mom, you were wrong... teaching me all that." He kept chanting while running because the man behind him didn't stop chasing him.

"That's why I'm saying this, yibo wouldn't be this lazy that he didn't answer his phone when we tried calling him." Reasons Zanilla. "I directly knew that nothing good will come from this! Wore open up." Pressing the elevator buttons roughly.

"Calm down. I won't waste my time treating your fingers." Scolds Ji li, he was as calm as water.

"You really know how to be calm." Snorts her and the two enter the elevator.

Seeing the apartment building that near, his legs kept giving up more on him. But he couldn't stop now, just a little bit and he will shout for guards about the stalker.

'You bitch wait you see.' panting yibo increased his running while the man too seemed to be more better than him.

The two reached the room opening they entered inside to be treated with silence. It was smelling an air freshener, of strawberry. Everything was good and neat arranged.

"Wonder where are they? Zhan! Yibo!!" Calls Zanilla.

"Can it be they are having fun?" Giggles Ji li while Zanilla almost choke him with her look.

"Dumber you!" Waking over the first room to check, they saw yibo's phone by the kitchen counter. "Zhan!!!!" Her screams alerted Ji li who ran hurriedly to the room to be met with the messy room, and the bruised Zhan with cuts on the floor.

"Fuck you yibo, until you reach I'm gonnah kill you." Snorts Ji li who kneels bringing zhan's head on his thigh, checking his pulse. "Still breathing. He went over a panic and I think his trauma too, took it's chance here."

By the time he completed, they were startled with a loud bang from sitting room.

"What was that?" Asks Ji li and Zanilla shrugs her shoulders a no stepping outside tiptoeing.

"You!!" Her voice again reaches yibo who is on the floor painting to catch his breath.

"Stop following me! Don't come closer! You bitch! you dog! I'll kill if you follow me!" Sparing his body yibo was trembling badly while talking none understandable things.

"What's wrong with you? You left Zhan and now he is laying on the floor hurt while you speak your such and stupid words! And you want me to buy them!!" She shouts.

"Xiang gē..." Trying his best to stand his legs bring him back on the floor. "Zanilla jiê what are you doing here!"

"Where is your phone? Why weren't you answering when we called you? You told us everything was fine? Then why is he laying down hurt himself? Do you know how stupid you are?" Frustrated her voice scolds him.

"I didn't mean to leave him! I wanted him to have something for his stomach. When I went out got to be stalked! Now you tell me? Was trying to save himself and be back as soon as possible, wrong? Also...when I left here, told Zhan that I was leaving for a bit to bring us dinner. Just, why do you want to compare me with you?" Yibo too shouts back, letting out a cough angrily, his eyes looking at Zanilla who stuggered back a bit.

"I'm sorry. I just...it's just that when we called you and didn't pick up your phone, directly we came and saw Zhan in a state that we don't know what would happen next. I'm sorry, I'm just angry." Worriedly she takes yibo's hand to help him walk on the couch before handling him a glass of water. "So, you are saying, someone was stalking you?"

"Yes. But, thanks to my voice, I shouted for guards help as soon as reached the building campuses. I was helped to take an elevator while lastly ran towards the room."

"This is bad. Ji li is currently treating Zhan right now."

"Is it bad?" Looking down. "If I knew could have just ordered the food online."

"You care for him that wanted to have the ingredients told directly. I'm proud of you boy." Taking the package. "I'll reheat this. And it's too late. Tomorrow you have show to do."

"It's okay. We will do our best." Smiling before standing up and which his legs rested enough heading over the room where Zhan is.

He who posses most, must be most afraid of loss....