Love Late Vol 1 Prologue

Prologue
The youth finally turned his chair around and looked up at me.  "Lee, I've decided to go back."  Silence hung for a moment before I bent down and kissed him on the forehead.  Faintly pressing his lips together, he whispered, “Sorry.”

In that moment, I felt a little sad.

Lin Jing had been with me for seven years: seven years of quarrels, of break-ups and make-ups, and of complications until he clearly fell out of love.  Yet I was still unable to give up.  Sentiments aside, he was genuinely a good kid.  When I had decided to bring him with me to LA, I had intended to stay together with him.

All it took was a call from Qin Lang to disrupt this false sense of stability in our relations.h.i.+p.  After all, Ling Jing was his son—of course he would want him to come back.  The sad reality was that all of the feelings that Lin Jing and I had these seven years were not strong enough for us to approach his father to get the acknowledgement of our relations.h.i.+p, a secret love between two men.

The check-in process was quick and I personally saw Lin Jing off at the gate.  His hair was still messy, a tousle of mischievous curls.  His face was small and his eyes dark and large as he looked back at me.  Sparing only a glance, he quickly turned around and walked, pulling his luggage along as he disappeared into the crowd.  That was the way he was.  I knew that he would miss me, though he would never admit it.

Then again, so was I.  I was a man rapidly approaching his forties, a seasoned business elite.  Pride prevented me from openly expressing these feelings.

But being alone was really, very lonely.