-- Anguish Ardor -- Part I -- Myolie Wu --

Gliding on the dance floor I look up into the charming face of a man I've just been introduce to a moment ago. Number seven, Sammul Chan; I tallied in my brain. He is the seventh bachelor I have made acquaintance with tonight. As we spun around again, for god knows how many times, I peer over Sammul's shoulder and could see him staring at me with those eyes of his, deep, passionate, mysterious, and yet at the same time haunting. He is slouching in his seat and is drinking from a wine bottle, by the look in his eyes; I sense he is near the point of being drunk. My heart bled once again as I held back my tears. Eight months, being with him has been the fondest days of my life. He is the first person to shower me with love and will also be the last. For sixteen years I lived at the orphanage in loneliness. My life changed completely as my path crossed with his. He is the light that brightened my world. No longer did I feel like a lost soul, for once in my life, I felt like a whole, a person whose life is actually worth living.

During that short period of time, I experienced the greatest joys of life. I learned to smile, laugh, to have fun, and yet also acknowledge the miseries of a broken heart. The first thing he told me after our first kiss was, he was engaged. I knew he was giving me the choice, which happened to make my love for him to grow. Being with him meant hurting his fiancée, and myself, it wouldn't be a wise decision? though ever since I met him, I never could think wisely anymore.

I love him, I do. Why must God be so cruel to give us such a fate?

My happiness along with my heart began to die slowly as my life, once again, took another unexpected turn. I don't know if I can call myself lucky, or unlucky anymore. I always yearned to see my older brother. Growing up in an orphanage, it gets quite lonely sometimes, and not to mention frightening; not all children are as friendly as we expect them to be. I wanted a family again and a place to call a home... I never would have guessed my wish would come true sixteen years later. It's funny how, when you least expect it, the person you've been looking for, just appears out of nowhere. I was two years old when my parents got a divorce. My brother and my mother left for Australia and I was left with my father. We never kept in contact my father didn't allow it. Unfortunately, by the time I reached age four, my preschool years, my dad had cancer. He passed away rather quickly and didn't suffer, as much pain as other cancer patients, but what lay in front of me was a hazy path. I was alone.

It was pure coincidence how I came about to meeting Bosco's mother and his fiancée, Leila Tong. If only we didn't go to that Japanese restaurant... or maybe if we didn't sit at that table... then everything wouldn't turn out the way it is today... A second time around is all I ask for.

As Bosco finished ordering half of the menu and the waitress was gone, he leaned over the table and kissed my forehead. The softness of his lips sent a warm loving feeling through my body. Sitting back down, he held my hands. Staring at each other we observed each other's facial features and smiled asininely, while people passed by and gave us bizarre looks. I didn't care what they think. No one else matters except for him. A waiter passed by our table... at the same time as them. I don't recall whose fault it was, but water spilled and attention was brought. As she tried to convince the waiter it wasn't him to blame, she saw our linked hands and us. Her hazel eyes seemed distance for a moment and then without a word of question of any sort she turned on her heels and walked out of the restaurant ever so casually. As she was gone, I discovered Bosco's hands to have left mine. He too was heading out the door. I needed no further explanation to know who that woman was. "May I have a seat?" the older woman that had been with his fiancée, asked and informed me, "I'm Bosco's mother," Smiling, I hoped I didn't look stupid and straightened my posture, "Yes, of course. I'm Myoli--"

"I'm not the least bit interested in knowing who you are. This will be our last meeting either way. My son is getting married very soon. I love my daughter in-law dearly; I do not wish to see either my son or her upset. Do you understand? You're a smart girl I presume. Now what can I do for you to help repay for my sons mistake?"

"I'm sorry, I think you've mistaken. I don't want anything. The reason I'm with Bosco is because I love him. I don't intend on causing trouble. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go and find Bosco," Confrontation, confrontations are never nice and it will always remain that way. As I stood up, she grabbed onto my wrist, breaking the gold bracelet that belonged to my mother but had been left behind when she left my father. It dropped onto the floor. Irately I bent down to retrieve it. Mrs. Wong snatched it from my hand and examined it. This woman really was making me angry. Holding out my hand I scornfully told her, "Give that back to me," She didn't seem to hear a word I was saying, "...Where did you get this from?"

"It belongs to my mother," I explained edgily. "Your mother..." she echoed as her fingers clasped around the bracelet, "...Hung Yi? You're Hung Yi?" The conversation that followed afterwards changed the faith of Bosco and I entirely. In one nights time, I had a mother and a brother again, plus a soon to be sister in-law. Why? How? I learned that after they left my father and I, my mother remarried a rich man in Australia. It was many years later did they return to Hong Kong, because of the death of that man, my mother became a rich widow. Finding them should be the happiness day of my life, but it wasn't. All I felt was pain.

The song ended and I detached myself from Sammul. Excusing myself before he could ask for another dance, I walked toward the opposite side of the room, avoiding Bosco at all cost. It's been two months. I want to move on, I have to move on. He needs a new beginning. Stealing a glance in his direction, I saw Leila approaching him. Good. Taking a glass of wine from a tray, I poured it down my throat.

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OMG please tell me it's not gonna be Boscolie, not Boscolie noooooooo T^T T^T

omg... wait....so Boscolie is like really in love? is that why he was getting so drunk? .... but then they are brothers and sisters! *evil laughter* ... i always said they looked more like bros and sis. ^^ am im being evil :blush:

but anyways cant wait to read more!!! ^^

I absolutely love your writing style. I never really read fanfics before, but i was drawn by your pretty pictures, so I read it haha. Now I'm curious what will happen.

Nooo, Boscolie are siblings??

ahahaha...siblings....ahahahaaaa

forgot to add...YES bosco and leila getting married!!!

NO! :bawl: Bosco and Myolie are SIBLINGS?! T^T Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! :bang: :bang: :bang: oh well, lot's more boscolie fanfics out there..*sigh*:collapse: oh, and nice title.

yeah yeah boscolie are bro and sis and BL are suppose to get married... but, *shrugs* anything can happen. i like twists... evil twists... hahaha

Nice chapter, I love ur way of writing the story, aww please Boscolie is not siblings :(. Hope for Boscolie, they are in love, poor Myolie.

*gasp* they are in loveeeee xP lol myolieeeeeee POV ar

Aww...nooooo, of all the different relationships...siblings? T^T T^T oh well..it's a great fanfic despite the fact that it's a BL fanfic!!