The floorboards of the ruined apartment grazed against Fei Ming's cheek, his tongue swimming in the copper tang of his own blood.
Shards from the shattered table bit straight into his palms as a result of his uncle's wreckage when he had thrown him.
'If you're going to walk out and leave me in this dump, why let me be born?'
His thoughts curled into spirals. 'Nobody wants this. Nobody wants me.'
'Why? Why am I even here?'
Biting down his tears, he could only wish, 'If the world were different, and I have control of my own fate… maybe I would have never been named Fei Ming.'
Silence dragged.
And the clock kept ticking.
'I wish the world was different.'
Ding!
High vibrations pierced the space between his ears, jarring his jaw loose. His hands flew to his temples to squeeze back the sudden throbbing against his skull. "Ack!"
He blinked through the tears, forcing his eyes wide, and hovering just inches above him was a luminous, electric-blue rectangle.
