Sudden Love I turned the handle softly and pushed the door open. The aroma of coffee—the coffee smell of his body—permeated his dark dorm. Sensitive to the light, he struggled to rise from the loft bed. “Oh, Angela! I am feeling much better—” A sudden burst of coughing interrupted his words. “You are having a fever. Lie down!” I demanded. His head fell back to the pillow, producing a light puff sound. I groped my way through the room, rounding the mountains of books he built on the floor. I climbed up on the ladder, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Celery, tomato and chicken noodle,” I said, removing the soup cans from my purse. “I’m afraid that you will choke on the food I make, so I got you these microwave stuff.” He chuckled lightheartedly. I stole a quick glance at him and met his deep blue eyes. He flashed a crooked smile that brought a blush to my cheek. Two days ago, he spoke to me with a passionate voice unusual for his calm disposition. “People gossiped about our friendship. Even Chinese people said I have ‘yellow fever’!” His hands were shaking slightly. “But I am ready to fight for this, because I—” The soft touch of his lips on mine interrupted the harmony between us. But I was still unsure about my feelings. We had been friends for half a year, and I loved his company, reading books and playing the piano together. He told me about the looks people gave us while we walked together out of campus, but I neither noticed nor cared. What I cared about was his health. “Eat more and sleep more, OK?” I sighed. I wanted someone whose broadness that my tiny arms could barely encircle, and it seemed that there was not enough of him there. “Thank you, Angela.” He took my hand in his, interrupting my thoughts, and his knuckles rubbed my wrist. My stomach jerked. Please don’t mistake my intentions. I…I don’t know what I want yet, I protested silently, but I did not know how to disentangle my hand from his. Suddenly, the rain clouds retreated. Beams of sunlight projecting through his window illuminated the dancing dust motes. His blond hair rested limply on his forehead. His eyelids were closed, dreamily. His mouth crooked up in contentment. His pale skin shone in the sunlight. Though he seemed feeble and fragile, he was beautiful at that moment! Absorbed by the scene, I forgot to breathe. “I want to take care of you.” I whispered, clasping his hand.