what happens after is of no consequence. the world could end and the seas rend, or, more realistically, hong lu thinks, yi sang would die crumpled under hong lu's weight and hong lu's brain will be spilt across the grass, and they'll likely need to redo this story all over again. but hong lu doesn't think any of those things are terrible if they came to pass, because if he had to do it over again, he would choose to do the exact same thing. yi sang's arms are warm around him. hong lu's hairtie had dissipated on his way down; his black hair spills down much in the way of an endless waterfall, replete with the student stars of a faraway night sky.
hong lu is smiling. the flush is high on his cheeks. he says, ]
You caught me, Yi Sang. That is success, right?
[ around them, the world has begun to dissolve. the story is over. the book will shut soon. but hong lu only has attention for the man beneath him. ]
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what happens after is of no consequence. the world could end and the seas rend, or, more realistically, hong lu thinks, yi sang would die crumpled under hong lu's weight and hong lu's brain will be spilt across the grass, and they'll likely need to redo this story all over again. but hong lu doesn't think any of those things are terrible if they came to pass, because if he had to do it over again, he would choose to do the exact same thing. yi sang's arms are warm around him. hong lu's hairtie had dissipated on his way down; his black hair spills down much in the way of an endless waterfall, replete with the student stars of a faraway night sky.
hong lu is smiling. the flush is high on his cheeks. he says, ]
You caught me, Yi Sang. That is success, right?
[ around them, the world has begun to dissolve. the story is over. the book will shut soon. but hong lu only has attention for the man beneath him. ]
Thank you, for catching me.