Three words, upon being spoken, seemed to bring everything to a standstill.
Breathing... heartbeat... and even time itself.
Ji Anning's lips trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes as she listened to the heavy breathing of the other person, as if right next to her ear. She covered her mouth and cried out loud.
"Uncle, I miss you, I really really want to be with you," she said.
Seizing that moment of courage, that nearly suffocating emotion, she blurted out the words that had been weighing on her heart.
In the empty stairwell, only her sobs could be heard, as she covered her mouth, unable to hold them back.
Longing is a mystic thing
It follows like a shadow
Silently lurking at the bottom of the heart
In an instant, I am swallowed by loneliness
I am powerless to resist, especially at night
Missing you until I can hardly breathe
Wishing I could run straight to you
And tell you loudly
I am willing for you, I am willing for you
...
