The Town

Creative Writing

He was anxious. But he, whose name was su yuan, said to another boy who he loved, “I’m going back.” The other boy replied crying, “you don’t need to. You cannot.” He looked into his eyes, “why is that?” He sounded annoyed. But he was kind and patient. He looked around seeing the parade crushed and bloody. The woman who was kicked around by people was smashed to pieces like a Chinese vase, shattered on the ground. He didn’t feel bad for him. All he saw was his heart broken and lying around like ceramic. The other boy, wang yu, said, “well, it’s as easy as that. You don’t have to. They are not in charge of you.” Su yuan laughed bitterly and he insisted, “that’s not the problem. I have a responsibility to report this.” Wang yu was angry. They stared into each other’s eyes silently with such emotions, regrets, love and anxiety. Etc.