10,000 Years With Love [Final] | R | TaoRis
just saying, but if you're reading this on your phone, you're going to have a hard time understanding what's going on because the formatting and spaces plays a very much part here.
chapter 12 is here, just in case you need a re-cap.
“I’m scared,”
Words leave him like they weren’t meant to be heard - softly spoken, and submissive in the form of the less dominant. Their clothes were peeled off one by one, and Zi Tao finds himself letting out a breath he never knew he had been holding in. He arcs his back when Lu Han lets the plane of their chests collide, and gasping as the latter pulls Zi Tao’s hand down, placing it gently on his manhood.
“Lu Han, I-”
Zi Tao doesn’t finish his words as Lu Han wraps his hand above the younger’s own, guiding him - touching him.
The conflicting feelings within him sounds off a siren, reminding him that this wasn’t exactly the epitome of protection. Had Zi Tao been doing this with the foreign exchange student, Lu Han would have picked another fight, simply because, wasn’t Tao just too young to do anything of the kind? Wu Fan had told him that Lu Han jumped to the conclusion of the former wanting to bed Zi Tao, but isn’t Lu Han just doing the exact same thing? Most importantly, he doesn’t want this. He doesn’t like it when Lu Han slumps himself against him, his hips moving faster into Zi Tao’s unresponsive hand. He doesn’t like it when Lu Han kisses his neck and whispers things he doesn’t want to hear, telling him he’s great the way he is, and neither does he like it when Lu Han touches him - trying to get him excited.
He doesn’t understand.
“Lu Han, please, I am not ready for this…” Zi Tao’s fingers were turning to a pale white as he gripped onto Lu Han’s shoulder. “I don’t want this…”
There was a moment of silence where neither of them spoke, Lu Han’s body turning rigid and the light pecks he left along Zi Tao’s jawline had stopped. The breath against his neck had heightened, before Lu Han had forcefully tugged Zi Tao’s head to the side, leaning in to leave a sharp suck on the visible juncture of his skin.
“Lu Han, wha-!”
“Why?” Lu Han says through gritted teeth, holding down Zi Tao as the other struggled in his embrace. “Why do you keep pushing me away, when it’s so obvious that I love you the most?
“Why won’t you open your eyes and see the facts, Tao. It’s me, it’s supposed to be us.”
“I don’t like it when you’re acting like this, Lu Han.” He pleaded.
Zi Tao squeals when Lu Han grabs onto both his arms, shaking him vigorously on the bed with widened eyes and an outraged look. “Acting like this?” Lu Han shifts his bare lower body closer to Zi Tao’s, the latter refusing to meet the other set of eyes. “And why do you think I’m acting like this for?” He’s so close to getting on his knees to beg, “Ever since he came, all you could ever see was him, talk about him and even let him touch you!”
“We didn’t do anything!”
“As if I would trust that bastard to keep his hands off you.”
“We’ve only known each other for two days, and even if so, are you not the person who is trying to touch me inappropriately now?”
Zi Tao knows that he has hit a button when Lu Han pulls away to slide off the bed and pick up his clothing. He watches the other put on the different articles of clothes, before leaving his room without a word. There was no second glimpse back at Zi Tao, as Lu Han closes his door gently. He vaguely hears the soft tone of Lu Han greeting his father a quick goodbye. It was as though nothing had happened between them, at all. Maybe it would have been more persuasive for both himself and reality had Zi Tao not been naked under the blanket, trembling and the rim of his eyes overflowing with tears. Fingers gripped onto the hem of the covers tightly, pulling it up to his neck.
It’s kind of funny how the area where Lu Han had left a mark on earlier was radiating heat - constantly reminding Zi Tao that they’ve just done something mere friends would never do. If he hadn’t stopped the older boy, would they have taken their intimacy to another whole new level? It doesn’t take him another two minutes before Zi Tao reaches out for his phone, fingers tapping on Xiu Min’s number.
Whereas clicking on the dial button was a task, speaking when Wu Fan’s voice came through proved to have taken a hit on his heart even harder. His throat ran dry, and there was just absolutely nothing that could escape his lips.
“Zi Tao?”
“Wu… Fan…?”
There was a sharp gasp from the other side as a sigh of relief followed. Was it weird how Zi Tao felt really glad knowing that at least, Wu Fan was interesting in speaking to him? It was a given, but Zi Tao thinks that it’s his turn to be comforted, even though he had all these coming. “Wu Fan…”
“I thought you were mad at me… I really didn’t start the fight with Lu Han.”
“Wu Fan,”
“Huh?”
A slight sniffle escapes from Zi Tao, sounding a little too pathetic, he supposes. “Nothing,” he mumbles, the tears falling off saying otherwise. “I just miss saying your name…”
“We spoke earlier in the afternoon.”
“That’s not enough.”
“Time isn’t ever enough.” Wu Fan chuckles bitterly, the upsetting moment seeping through both the phone receivers. “So, how’s Lu Han?”
“I’m not here to speak to you about Lu Han… But he’s fine, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Ah.”
Zi Tao’s breath hitches when the air conditioning takes a harsh hit against his bare skin, the jade pendant resting on his chest immediately dropping in temperature and biting into him.
“Are you okay?” Wu Fan asks, voice of genuine concern.
“Yeah… It’s just the jade.”
There was a moment of silence between them, and Zi Tao thinks that he should be more concerned about the deed he had just done with Lu Han, rather than speaking so nonchalantly with Wu Fan right now.
“Do you think it’s just a coincidence…? Like our jades and the entire Zi Yu problem.”
“They are not a problem.”
“They are if they keep affecting me this way. I keep having weird flashbacks to this Zi Yu girl, and they aren’t even dreams. They are flashbacks, I swear. This has never happened before.”
“Listen, there’s actually a story behind Zi Yu, but I doubt you will believe it…”
“If it helps to clear stuff up, I don’t see why not.”
It takes Zi Tao more than just an exhale of breath to calm himself down, and he’s pretty sure that Wu Fan would probably laugh at him, what really gets to him was how he’s (still) feeling calm. It’s as though, Lu Han doesn’t really mean anything to him, and whatever happened earlier on, was nothing but a weird hallucination on his part.
“Back in ancient China, there was an Emperor by the name of Li Jia Heng who loved his concubine, Huang Zi Yu, and had gotten her pregnant with the first imperial child. Huang Zi Yu was born a descent of peasantry, and thus, this enraged the First Consort. She had the murder of Concubine Huang plotted, however, Zi Yu had managed to survive.”
Somehow, Wu Fan was taking things better than what Zi Tao had imagined to. There was no abrupt laughter, nor was there any choking on his own saliva. “So…?”
“So what?”
“So what does that have to do anything about me?”
“I don’t know.”
“…Thanks.”
“I’ve told you whatever I know, so you didn’t have to be sarcastic…”
Zi Tao hears the soft whine of Xiu Min telling Wu Fan to get off the phone and sleep as it’s too late, and the realization that he doesn’t want the moment to end strangles his throat. It’s the start of Wu Fan’s third day here, but there’s just so little time for them to talk. This shouldn’t be right, for Wu Fan to hog up such a big part in his heart, even though he’s nothing but a stranger Zi Tao hardly knows. Everything seems so surreal, where Zi Tao just doesn’t get things anymore.
“I suppose you heard Xiu Min…” Wu Fan says slowly.
“Yeah, I guess we’ll speak more tomorrow…?”
“You make Lu Han seem like he’s ever going to allow us to meet.” He snorts.
“I told you I’m not here to talk about Lu Han.” Zi Tao says agitatedly, obviously unhappy upon hearing the other’s name.
“Did something happen between the both of you? You’re kind of strange.”
Something just trips in Zi Tao’s heart, throat constricting and bare legs crossing. “Nothing!” he exclaims, “I mean… Just… I’ll talk to you about it tomorrow.”. There wasn’t anything to cover up, right? Whatever happened between Lu Han and Zi Tao was a natural instinct on Lu Han’s part, wasn’t it?
“…Okay. I’ll see you during lunch.”
“Bye.”
“Yeah.”
And Zi Tao found himself curling up into a ball, dragging the covers above his head and sobbing himself to sleep that night.
-
It’s a Thursday afternoon when they finally meet -- his tongue is tied and hands are clammy, words unable to escape despite trying and trying. The sun was still shining up in the sky, but the slight breeze blowing towards them was cooling to a certain extent. Every pathetic attempt at speaking gets shot down when their eyes meet, sending him buckling in the knees and squirming in discomfort.
“Hey,”
“Hi.”
And everything else was absolutely awkward, with Tao opting to stare down at the cemented ground, and Wu Fan looking at the pair of new shoes the he had on. He was kinda forced into buying a new pair when the previous ones were soiled with blood after getting punched by Lu Han. He’s kind of pathetic, but he doesn’t care -- or he’s just apathetic with the entire business because if he’s really that pathetic, then Tao wouldn’t be standing right in front of him, fidgeting like a high school girl. There’s just something within Wu Fan that really wants to lean over and give Tao a full-on kiss on the lips; complete with romantic promises and pretty words (but he knows that Tao belongs to Lu Han, and the latter wouldn’t hesitate when it comes to touching what is his).
It’s a sad, sad, world of territorial marking, and Wu Fan wasn’t in the game.
“…”
And there’s just so much silence between them that it’s terrifying. Simply because this wasn’t how they’d started off, and it’s merely three days into their meeting. There’s barely eleven days for them to sort out their feelings, but it’s just so hard when Tao is fifteen.
“Have you had lunch?”
Swift.
“I came down to meet you the moment the school bell rang. What do you exactly think, Wu Fan?”
“…Right.”
The air was suffocating out of a sudden, and Wu Fan can hardly breathe when Tao takes a step forward; reaching out his small hands and letting his fingernail trace the outline of his jade pendant. He retracts his hands the next second, digging them into his pockets and pulling out a red silken pouch.
The strings came undone as Tao loosened them at the sides, stretching the opening and pulling out a piece of paper.
But it wasn’t any paper.
“Rouge paper from the Li Dynasty,” Kris gasps in recognition.
“How did you know?”
“I was… given the exact same things, and my mom decided to get them checked out at the antique store. The old man told me the paper dated back to the Li Dynasty, and it’s not just plain rouge paper that civilians used.”
Kris’s eyes were wide, accompanied with a desperate gasp for air at the end.
“It was the rouge paper which was specially made for the Imperial Noble Consort. He said that the color was a strange mixture, because it was never really given a name. It wasn’t a flushing red, nor was it vermilion, bu-“
“But the color of the Emperor’s love for Huang Zi Yu.”
Everything hits them like the bullet train.
"Don't you ever think of marrying someone rich?" Jia Heng asked.
"Oh no! Zi Yu would never dare to let such a thought cross my mind. Zi Yu just wishes for my parents to be happy, and I am willing to marry anyone they want me to."
"What if the Emperor asks for you to marry him?"
Zi Yu only looked at Jia Heng with the weirdest look, giggling at the end.
"Jia Heng, never in my wildest dreams have I ever thought of that! But if that does happen, Zi Yu thinks that she will not be happy no matter how much of riches she gets."
"But marrying into the royals is something every girl wants."
"Maybe for them, it is so. But for a simple girl like Zi Yu, all I want is for a husband who would love and care for me. If I were to marry the Emperor, Zi Yu knows that he will not be able to always be there for me, because I will always rank second to the country. The Kingdom will be his first love."
"Zi Yu." her name slipping out of him swiftly, as though it was the only thing he knew.
"Ji-Jia-... Y-Your Majesty."
He pulled her closer, into his embrace. Once again, Jia Heng was holding onto the only love of his life.
"Call me by my name one last time."
"Jia... Heng."
"Once more."
"Jia Heng,"
"Another one more time." And it dawns on the Emperor as to how much he loves this woman in front of him, because he never wants to stop listening to her voice.
"Jia Heng."
“The snow, I’m afraid, is a frightful child of Mother Nature, My Lord.”
“Why do you say so, My Lady?”
“The ability to take life away is the ability of the devil. Zi Yu, would never wish to be in such a position. It is a beautiful sight when the snow falls, and covers the floor in a sheet of white -- but to see such beauty, one must take the sight of other forms of beauty away. Only after winter comes, do we know that the pine and the cypress are the last to fade.”
The Emperor laughs heartily, looking out into the window with the beloved of his life, wrapping his arms around her swelling belly and supporting her to the warmth of their bed.
“There is absolutely nothing I will not give to you.”
“Your Majesty, please do not say of such things.” She tilted her head, eyes casted down with sleeves covering her perfectly rouged lips. “Zi Yu, will rather follow My Lord back into the village, living a simple life, rather than riches that Zi Yu finds no use in.”
She was pulled into a sturdy embrace, letting her head rest against the only thing keeping her alive in a place like this; knowing that there’s a heart within the Emperor, and a life in her.
Only a few moments passed, and the Emperor had fished out a box of aged wood, placing it in the Imperial Noble Consort’s hands, roughened from years of doing the laundry and preparing food for her family daily.
“I had this made, with the finest pigments from the west. I had an envoy sent over to Russia, and they have heard of my lovely lady. The pigmentation is a mixture of several shades of red, and a secret ingredient, which I cannot tell. “
Zi Yu opened the box with extreme care, her lower lips trembling as she saw the powdery rouge papers stacked atop of each piece neatly, presented in a vibrant form of red (or what was it?). “Pardon the silly question, but Zi Yu, would like to know what color is this exactly, My Lord.”
A loud laughter rang in the air, with the Emperor shaking his head as the Imperial Noble Consort looked up meekly.
“It is the color of a foolish Emperor’s love, for his concubine.”
"I have one that holds your yu. This means that from now on, we belong to each other. There are inscriptions carved into them, and they will show over time. It is the newest thing in the western countries now. It is told that when they show... the owners of the item will once again be reunited, the love between them will blossom and bloom like the plum flowers." he whispered lowly into Zi Yu's ear.
"So what did you have them to engrave on the inside?" Zi Yu stared at the piece of jade.
"I had them carve, My beloved concubine Zi Yu..." he trailed off, whispering the rest into her ears.
They were staring into the other’s eyes -- just so much to understand, and there’s just that tiny jab of pain coursing through their veins.
“’My beloved concubine Zi Yu, should we ever part, may the red strings of fate bind us together.’”
“’A Zi for you, in remembrance of my name, and a tao, for me. Just so you shall never forget me when the rouge paper stains your fingers.’”
And they kiss.
-
Their lips part, and it’s nowhere astonishing to realize that they were both tearing up. They communicated without words, smiling as if there was not a care in the world, staring into the other’s eyes. No one was there to see when Zi Tao buries his head into the side of Wu Fan’s neck, hands gripping onto his shirt and sobbing because he’s real.
They were real.
They were Huang Zi Yu, and Li Jia Heng.
He smiles bitterly at the thought of their royal bittersweet love, never to be known to the public. A pair of arms wraps around him tightly, pushing him further into the warm embrace. What a familiar, familiar, scent Wu Fan carries. For some reason, Zi Tao tugs down the patch of cloth covering Wu Fan’s collars, and he seeks for the tiny mole situated in the nook of his collarbones, sighing when he spots it, returning to their previous position with Wu Fan holding him in his arms.
“For years,” Zi Tao breathes out, “I have been trying to figure out this whole Huang Zi Yu story, and the whole thing behind the jades. For hours, I spent my nights sleepless, wishing for you to have never appeared, so that I would never have been dragged into the trouble I am in now. During school, all I could focus on was how you were doing in China, and whether Lu Han has been picking trouble with you. But now I finally realize, that all my worries were redundant.”
A deep chuckle erupts from Wu Fan, burying his nose deeper into the younger boy’s perfectly conditioned hair, a light vanilla scent overtaking his senses and he wishes to never have to pull away. And Wu Fan finds that he’s been wishing for a whole lot of things in his whole life. He’d wished for his father to have never left his mother, and for his mother to never re-marry to his stepfather. He’d wished to never leave Guangzhou, to never have gotten that stupid piece of jade and to never have dreamt of Huang Zi Yu.
“When I was fifteen, I wished to meet a girl who was willing to date me. But I guess, instead of it happening to me, I got lucky and met a fifteen-year-old boy who just so happens to be the love of my past life. I’m glad to have known our destiny as soon as we met, but as fortunate as my bad luck gets, we only have two weeks to spend with each other. I don’t know which to be more upset of -- having wasted three days, or that he’s with another guy that isn’t me.” Wu Fan exhales shakily, on the verge of tearing up once again. As they pull away, he sees Zi Tao’s beautiful lips quivering, threatening to cry. “Now that I’m seventeen going on eighteen, all I wish to be able to hold you in my arms forever.”
A broken sob escapes from Zi Tao, his knees buckling as he Wu Fan holds onto him, supporting him despite knowing that the deeper he falls, the worse separation shall be for them.
‘Wu Fan’ was the last thing Zi Tao says before they kiss again.
And again.
And again.
In that moment, all Zi Tao could think of was how warm, and safe he felt in the embrace of this man. They kiss like their lives depends on it, the boy with jet black hair throwing his arms around Wu Fan’s neck, standing on his toes to reach the other better.
They part to breathe, and they take in air in greedy gulps, staring right into the other pair of eyes.
It’s electrifying the second time they kiss, teeth clashing and it didn’t take long before Zi Tao was nibbling on Wu Fan’s lower lip, both of them letting out coy, little smiles.
“Whoever taught you to kiss this way,“ Wu Fan whispers, out of breath and breathing in just as hard as Zi Tao as their foreheads were gently pressed against each other. “Is a fucking saint.”
“Well, thank you. It’s all about instincts as we learn in Wushu.” Zi Tao meekly says, a vast contrast in attitude present in comparison to mere seconds ago.
“You learned how to kiss in martial art classes?”
“Well, there is an abbot.” Zi Tao shrugs.
“Gross.” Wu Fan scrunches his face in mock disgust before leaning in to place a gentle peck on Zi Tao’s lips again.
It’s within a split-second before Zi Tao realizes that Kris had been roughly shoved against the window, a loud groan was let out from him before someone started kicking Wu Fan on his back. He panicked for a moment, and had decided to help before a hand reached out to pull him aside.
“So you did push me aside yesterday for this bastard.”
Zi Tao struggles in Lu Han’s hold, crying as he watched how the other senior in soccer started to throw punches on Wu Fan’s head. But the latter wasn’t shouting anymore -- he was neither groaning, nor was he writhing.
I-Is he…
“Wu Fan!” he wails, trying to pry the soccer captain off of him, but the other was just too strong. Years of his Wushu practice going to waste as he watches the guy he’s been fated with beaten into unconsciousness.
Wu Fan was hardly bleeding -- but Zi Tao was sure that Lu Han’s friend had hit him in places mostly covered by clothes. “You were going to kill him!”
“You are fucking right I will!” Lu Han shouts, teeth gritting in anger as he slams Zi Tao into the wall behind them. “I will, Tao.”
Zi Tao holds back his tears as Lu Han tightens his grip on his wrist, whispering words which were as equally dirty as how they were the night before. He dives under Zi Tao’s jaw, licking and sucking on his skin till the younger boy let out a pained gasp.
“Now, everyone knows who you belong to.” Lu Han says innocently, smiling as he ran a finger along Zi Tao’s cheeks. “Lunch is almost up, so you should grab something quick too. We’re up against Nan Bei High School later, how about a good luck kiss?” he leans in for the crying boy’s lips, only to meet rejection as Zi Tao turned his head to the other side.
“You’re getting feisty...” he murmurs, placing a rough kiss on the side of Zi Tao’s lips. “I like that.”
Lu Han and his friend leave minutes before the bell rings, but not without the soccer captain landing a final kick on Wu Fan’s lower back. A low groan emits from the other, the only sign for Zi Tao to know that he’s still alive, and is in desperate need of medical attention. There was no way Wu Fan would be able to pretend as though he hadn’t just received a round of kicks from soccer players, and for him to attend class just as usual.
Zi Tao cradles his upper body, just wishing to hold onto him for another few seconds before he does the last thing on his mind.
“Wu Fan,” he mutters, despair obvious in his tone.
“It’s all my fault, had I not asked you to meet me today, none of this would happen!” He pulls the other deeper into his embrace, only letting go of him in a panic when Wu Fan groans in pain. “Please, please, forgive me.”
He swaps the two jade pendants hung around their neck, and hastily placed a kiss against Wu Fan’s bloodied lips before leaving to the students’ administration office and seeking for help.
Leave this place so you wouldn’t be hurt any longer. A second of watching you get hurt is to a year of winter.
Leave, Wu Fan.
It’s six in the evening when he wakes up -- stomach churning and eyes swollen to the extent of being unable to open them. The needle stuck on his hand was stiff, and Kris doesn’t exactly like the feeling of feeling vulnerable, but something else was gnawing in the back of his mind -- yet he isn’t able to put his finger to it. The last thing he remembers was getting kicked in the guts by some guy of his age, and subconsciously, Kris thinks that he’d heard Zitao muttering words along the line of ‘sorry’, and ‘for the best’. Everything was all but a blur after getting a blow to his head.
In all honesty, rather than a personal apology from Zitao, Kris would very much prefer for the younger boy to be with him right now -- holding his hands, and telling him everything was going to turn out fine, because that was how all stories turn out in the end. A painful throb of his heart causes him to groan a little, his whole body lifting up by a couple of centimeters above the clothed surface.
There was a slight commotion amongst the nurses when he’d roused from the bed, apparently his body still wasn’t ready to be receiving such heavy movements, and he was forced back down onto the hard, springy surface. The air conditioning was harsh against his bruised skin; cold wind biting into his bandaged wounds and choking up his throat. It’s strange on all levels, because Kris knows that other than getting fucked up and landing in the hospital, something was wrong. He’s unable to shift any part of his body due to the numbing after effects, but it’s funny, since he could feel the jade against his heaving chest, only that it felt so much more than different than how he was used to.
Much, much different.
It wasn’t till another fifteen minutes had passed before one of the teachers in charge of their trip came in, informing Kris that his parents’ have been notified and were asking for his return as soon as possible. His voice was groggy when he asked her how long he’s been knocked out for, and as much to his current knowledge, it was six, but there’s something wrong about this six in the evening. And of course, there indeed was something incorrect, for he’d been out for roughly two days due to the heavy blow against his spine.
“Now that you’re up, we’ll try to get you discharged by the next few days.” She mutters, looking at him from beneath the glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. “I hope you know that this fight would be going right into your record, and will cost you two demerit points, Wu.”
Kris nods, the discomfort getting into him and he refuses to be laying around on this stupid bed while listening to her. No, he shouldn’t be subjected to such a torture when he has just survived through one. Moreover, it was a bloody surprise attack by Lu Han and his friend when Kris was with Zitao.
He lets his heavy eyelids fall back into place, and he’s unsure what’s going on in his heart, because it’s all so messy in his mind -- but he’s crying.
He’s crying for an unknown reason, yet Kris is no one but a simple boy from Canada, carrying so much of a burden was too much (was it?). All he wants is to be able to see Zitao once again, and to hold him in his arms.
Words were nothing but overrated picturesque scenes -- and Kris finds himself falling right back into the spiral of nothingness -- into his warm dreams of Huang Zi Yu.
Into the nostalgic memories of a boy he loves.
-
In his seventeen years of life, Kris realizes that growing up as Wu Fan has brought no fun into his childhood. Girls thought his name was too tacky, and nobody had ever wanted to get close to him other than Henry and Amber. For the longest time, he had decided that he would be staying alone for the rest of his life -- or at least till he was able to find someone who would love him for who he was.
And he did.
It was embarrassing to be sent back less than a week after he’d arrived in China, and his parents’ had thought it was an utter waste of time (I mean, why go back to somewhere we wanted to escape from?). Painful and difficult as it was, Kris was unable to put that boy who could make his life a much better time into the back of his mind. He had left Qingdao without a second meeting with Zitao, and as much as he would call himself a dumbass, Kris forgot to ask the latter if he had an email address or something. Either way, it has been a year, and he’s sure that the other has moved on with Lu Han.
The bell rings, and his chemistry teacher dismisses the class for their break. Kris walks out sluggishly; getting pushed out of the way by the other seniors, eager for a change of air, rather than staying in the stifling lab.
He’s by the lockers, pulling out his biology books when a tap on his shoulder brings him back to focus.
Was he… supposed to be surprised?
Because if this was all an arrangement of fate, then Kris honestly thinks he loves how destined they are.
Zitao stands behind him -- much taller, now -- fiddling with the piece of jade which used to belong to Kris.
The way their gazes met was as electrifying as it had been a year back, and there was absolutely nothing either of them would trade for this situation they were in.
If I’ve loved you for a thousand years, then I’m pretty sure I can love for another ten.>
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Sorry for the horrible and short finale :(
But thank all of you so much for being around after such a long time, and I'm so sorry for the sudden end to it. Frankly speaking, i hadn't planned for this to happen. Tao and Kris were never supposed to meet again, until their next life, but only for the same thing to happen again... But I couldn't do it because I just can't handle this story anymore. It has been a really fun time being with all of you, and I hope that you've enjoyed reading 10,000 Years With Love as much as I have.
If any of you are interested in reading the little drabbles that I write, my tumblr is here :) I usually post them together in a bunch on LJ as well, say once in two months.