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256 pages, Paperback
First published September 22, 1998
I fell to the floor and Lan Yu cascaded with me. We collapsed into each other’s arms and the words came out. Those three nauseating words I had never said before, not even to a girl. “I love you!” [...] I love you, I had said. And it was love. It wasn’t just sex. Whatever other people might have thought, whoever other people thought we were, I knew we were in love. When I think about it today, the bittersweet pain is almost too much to bear.
It’s true I was utterly indifferent to Lan Yu when I first saw him walk into the Imperial looking like a child lost at an outdoor market. But all this changed the moment our hands touched and his eyes met mine. It was something about the eyes: uneasy, sorrowful, and deeply suspicious of everything around him. A distant, even haunted expression lingered in his eyes and there was none of the fake, sycophantic smile I was so used to seeing in both my personal and professional life.
I lifted him back up to the couch, wrapped my arms around him tightly, and began frantically kissing his mouth, his cheeks, his eyelids. Never had a kiss infused me with so much passion. We kissed endlessly, stopping only when we were both exhausted, out of breath even. I felt as though the world around me had gone black; there was nothing else, only us.
“When you have a pet, you can’t bear to see it get hurt. But when a mother sees her own son looked down on by other people, rejected by the world around him, isn’t that worse than death? Isn’t it, Handong? I’m just so afraid of what’s going to happen . . " She put her head in her hands and cried softly.
“I never told him about you.” That surprised me. It was hard to believe he’d never said a about a relationship that had lasted as long as ours. But there was more.
“I’ve never told anyone about us,” he continued.
“Why not?”
Lan Yu turned to look me in the eye. “It’s ours, Handong."
He was so good, so decent, so kind to everyone around him. His only crime was that he loved someone he wasn’t supposed to. The world thought his love was ludicrous, sick, degenerate. But I knew it was pure, innocent, eternal..
And me? I won’t make it to heaven. Not because I loved another man, but because of the suffering I caused him.