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Current Date: May 25, 2023
Character: Qiu Zhan
Race: Human
Age: 28
Current residence: Wenzhou, China
Nestled quietly together on his couch, his fingers in my hair distracting me from the plot of the movie which, if I’m being honest, isn’t all that interesting, and I find myself dozing off as he murmurs something I don’t catch. That’s fine, he’ll be repeating those words more than once and I know what they are, they’re the sweet, sweet words he’s taken to repeating whenever we’re settled close and quiet like this and every time, even if I don’t fully hear them, I know he’s spoken them and they make me shiver in a good way.
Thinking back, I never imagined that I would find myself in this position, in a relationship. My parents had not made it easy for me to be able even truly love myself or find myself at all. Their focus had always been on Wei, and once they had realized that she was gone, passed to the other side never to come back, they tried to turn me into my sister.
I could never be my sister; I was much more focused on the academic side of things whereas she had been more focused on the sporting side of things. My parents were the opposite of the stereotypical Asian parent hounding their kids for their grades; they hadn’t cared about my grades, they cared that I get good at one sport, and I’d get a scholarship in that sport. No, thank you.
I don’t know that I ever fell out of love with my parents if that’s even a thing. There’s this belief that kids have to love their parents unconditionally, but it wasn’t a thing for me and that for so many different reasons.
Eden’s fingers tug at my hair gently, it makes me laugh and the sound is drowsy because clearly, I was on the edge of falling asleep just there, nestled with my head against his lap. I’m not even sure what kind of half-hearted murmur of complaint I offer him in turn and his only answer is another sweetly murmured, “I love you.”
Which, at this point, finds itself just partially ruined, if you would, as suddenly from the television, as though the volume had just been kicked all the way up to the maximum, a male voice cries out that you—whoever this you is in the movie—can’t do this, they were in the middle of a heist. The sudden addition of those words to Eden’s own sweet ones, so close to one another as though the character had been answering him, startles me into a state of awareness and the giggling begins.
Now, I don’t have the giggles often; I think I’ve discovered that I could laugh at all with him at my side and the look he gives me is full of amusement. I don’t even have to explain myself or why I’m just giggling at his show of affection. We both know that the random—to us, not as far as the movie is concerned—and very loud mention of the heist is what startled me back to the light.
We snicker about it for a few moments before it’s clear that I won’t be able to watch the rest of the movie. The look we exchange is sweet and without much of a word more, the television is off and we’re going through our recent bedtime routine. It’s so rare that we’re able to go to bed together that I cherish every moment of it. I would never ask him to change his hours for me and he knows that, for the sake of my job, I can’t change mine.
We make it work; I think this is the part that still amazes me as far as our relationship is concerned. I grew up always being compared to others, being made to act like others and being erased as my own person. That we’re still so different from one another but we’re making things work is something I marvel at every single day.
Nestling closer to him while in bed is a magical feeling that I can’t get enough of. It makes me feel alive in ways I never thought I would get to feel, and he always finds just the perfect words to put me at ease again when my mind keeps on wandering and refuses to turn off for the night.
Never mind that today’s movie has a place in our settling for bedtime when I murmur that I love him and he gasps, playfully, and tells me that I can’t be telling him that now, we’re in the middle of a heist! It starts the giggling anew and the rest of our evening leading into the night is delightful in ways I never thought would happen. It makes me warm in so many ways that I wouldn’t even know where to begin and it’s more than all right.