Be Honest

Without a word, Liang JianAmal carried Chang into her bedroom and lightly set her on the bed. Under her gaze he straightened and walked into the bathroom to find the household first-aid kit. Even though she had described where it was and what it looked like, he was still surprised. Their household kit was less of a kit and more a basket that had items randomly thrown it that Justin and Chang had thought might someday be necessary.

Kneeling in front of her he rifled through the basket of items until he found more useful products. Pulling out a small tube of ointment for cuts, he put a small drop on the end of his finger. Reaching out to touch her face, Chang's hands grabbed his, stopping him in midair. Holding his hands with both of hers, Chang's eyes searched his, his eyes fell to the pair of hands on his.

Her fair hands looked so small and delicate on his, she seemed so fragile. Narrowing his eyes, he glared at a large scrape on the back of her left hand's knuckles. Just above on her forearms, lurid bruises was already forming on her porcelain skin in the shape of a man's hand. His pupils contracted slightly but he continued his silent inspection. From the bruises his eyes traveled onwards to the small scratches, cuts, and small bruises from being pressed against the ground. After they came top the small cuts on the side of her neck eventually meeting her wet eyes, his own gaze full of emotions

Chang had a million questions she wanted to ask the man before her showering her in tendernes. The one most important that stood out in her mind was why though.

'Why did you come for me? Why are you here? Just why...' When she saw him kneel before her and try to treat her injuries, she stopped him. Chang had to ask, she had to know why. She tried to swallow the rising lump in her throat, but it threatened to choke her, sealing the words inside her. Watching him care for her, with a tender gaze made her tears gather at the lids, warping the image before her. Struggling to breathe she finally found the courage to ask when his eyes met hers steadfastly.

"Why are you here..?" Feeling her heart hammering against her ribs she whispered, unable to make her voice any louder.

"For you, obviously." Snorting, Jian answered her in a clipped tone, his eyes fixed on hers.

"But...why?" As she asked, Chang felt her courage dwindle to where she could no longer look him in the eye and so fixed her blurring vision on her knees. Looking at her knees she whispered the last bit, not wanting to truly say it aloud. "I'm no longer your wife..."

"Oh, and who said that?" While he spoke dryly, Chang could hear tones of his anger laced in. Swallowing she spoke again trying to breathe steadily and not pass out.

"Didn't you read the letter that I left? Didn't you see the divorce papers I signed?"

"Mm, I did." Humming in agreement, Jian pulled his hand out from hers, causing them to fall to her lap. From his back pocket Jian pulled a small piece of folded paper out and threw it beside her foot on the ground. From being folded and opened opened repeatedly to be reread the letter had become worn on the edges, and bore deep creases.

"As for the useless garbage, I burned it..Care to explain any of this bullshit?!" Tightening the hands on her lap it felt like the air had become incredibly thin around her, making it harder to breathe. While he did not yell, his tone was imposing enough and it was shocking to hear him curse. Not knowing where to start and if she even could she bit her lower lips fixing her wide gaze on her hands.

At the mention of the letter Liang JianAmal was unable to contain his anger any longer. They had been happily married for a month, only just beginning their relationship. It had even seemed as if she was falling for him and they would enjoy a blessed union that was more than temporary. He himself had felt an undeniable attraction to her growing. She had become someone special to him.

Yet he left on a business trip for only a few days to return to an empty home and the few scraps of paper. Reading the words written Liang JianAmal had felt a terrible pain and anger, unlike anything he had felt before. Everything he had given her had been left behind, everything of hers, but the woman herself was missing. Being alone was not something new but for the first time he had felt lonely.

Since then he had felt anxious, needing to see her one more time. Her face after had haunted his dreams when he had been able to sleep. Chasing her in his dreams he would only catch nothing in the end. Like his waking hours he was left with nothing, no one. When she had first disappeared leaving nothing but a letter behind he had been so angry but over time it had dissipated.

Chang's words dug up the anger he had buried and with a fiery charge it erupted. Putting a hand beneath her chin he forced her to meet his eyes, wanting to see the truth within them.

"Be honest with me now Chang, was what you wrote true.. Do you really not want to be with me? I do not care about the rest and neither should you. The difference in our backgrounds does not matter to me, only the present matters to me. I have chased you across the world to find you to know as I could not let it stay as you left it. If needed I would do so again. No matter how far I would have to go, no matter how long it would take to find you, I would do it. All that matters is what you truly think as I do not believe this to be the truth. Be honest and tell me what you really feel."