Chapter 6
Facing the musik
Adam stood stiffly for a moment, then shuffled his feet towards the huge blue bean bag, which at that moment, looked extremely menacing to him.
Once he sat down, Chris continued reading her book. Adam peered over Chris' shoulder to look at the contents of the book. It was some boring stereotyped love story about a girl called Audrey and a guy called Youzhi. Adam rolled his eyeballs secretly and cringed inwardly.
Then suddenly, without warning, Chris looked up at him and laughed.
'You know, the guy called Youzhi inside here is exactly like you!'
Her loud outburst shocked Adam, and for a split second, he was stunned. He opened his mouth, like a beached fish, then closed it, as he couldn’t think of any good rebuttal.
'HUH?' was all Adam could muster as he tried to recover from the shock.
‘You're a player, aren’t you?’ Chris smiled at him knowingly. 'The the kind of guy that loves women then leaves them, right?'
Adam pondered for a brief moment. In some ways, he was, undeniably, a player. Love seemed like a recreational sport for him, along with pool, bowling, and other games. Secretly, deep down inside, he agreed with her, that women were a way for him to pass time, to fill his constantly empty soul. They were willing pawns in a game called love; they were tools used to satisfy whatever desires he had.
But something deep inside him protested. He liked to think that he was now a clean, celibate man. Almost gay even. He had sworn off women since... since he and Yefan broke up. It was a painful, even torturous memory.
Yefan was an extremely loving girl. Adam was positive that he would want her as his wife, if only... if only he could love. She came to him, when he was during the worst period of his life. She said she didn’t mind that he loved other women. She said that she would be different from all those other women. She said she believed she would be the one to change him, to make him love her, and only her.
She was wrong.
Adam smiled sadly. It was a choice between being suffocated by her love, which was extremely special but felt like a burden at times, and resuming his player lifestyle. Lesser of the two evils? Probably.
‘Sorry, you okay? I mean it as a joke!’ Chris, seeing that Adam made no reply, asked Adam worriedly.
'... ...'
'Oh, I just blurted out the first thing in my mind, I didn't mean it! You angry?' Chris looked at Adam, flinging her hands in front of her chest, asking Adam for a response.
'... actually, you're right. I am a player.'
Facing the musik
Adam stood stiffly for a moment, then shuffled his feet towards the huge blue bean bag, which at that moment, looked extremely menacing to him.
Once he sat down, Chris continued reading her book. Adam peered over Chris' shoulder to look at the contents of the book. It was some boring stereotyped love story about a girl called Audrey and a guy called Youzhi. Adam rolled his eyeballs secretly and cringed inwardly.
Then suddenly, without warning, Chris looked up at him and laughed.
'You know, the guy called Youzhi inside here is exactly like you!'
Her loud outburst shocked Adam, and for a split second, he was stunned. He opened his mouth, like a beached fish, then closed it, as he couldn’t think of any good rebuttal.
'HUH?' was all Adam could muster as he tried to recover from the shock.
‘You're a player, aren’t you?’ Chris smiled at him knowingly. 'The the kind of guy that loves women then leaves them, right?'
Adam pondered for a brief moment. In some ways, he was, undeniably, a player. Love seemed like a recreational sport for him, along with pool, bowling, and other games. Secretly, deep down inside, he agreed with her, that women were a way for him to pass time, to fill his constantly empty soul. They were willing pawns in a game called love; they were tools used to satisfy whatever desires he had.
But something deep inside him protested. He liked to think that he was now a clean, celibate man. Almost gay even. He had sworn off women since... since he and Yefan broke up. It was a painful, even torturous memory.
Yefan was an extremely loving girl. Adam was positive that he would want her as his wife, if only... if only he could love. She came to him, when he was during the worst period of his life. She said she didn’t mind that he loved other women. She said that she would be different from all those other women. She said she believed she would be the one to change him, to make him love her, and only her.
She was wrong.
Adam smiled sadly. It was a choice between being suffocated by her love, which was extremely special but felt like a burden at times, and resuming his player lifestyle. Lesser of the two evils? Probably.
‘Sorry, you okay? I mean it as a joke!’ Chris, seeing that Adam made no reply, asked Adam worriedly.
'... ...'
'Oh, I just blurted out the first thing in my mind, I didn't mean it! You angry?' Chris looked at Adam, flinging her hands in front of her chest, asking Adam for a response.
'... actually, you're right. I am a player.'
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