"You want me to say it? Fine! You are too fat, you can never be a successful actress,Charlotte.
What makes you think you will get a role in the audition? How many female actors of your size do you see in a Chinese drama getting major roles? And worse you are mixed with black. Be realistic". Those were the words of my boyfriend,Jun, after I told him about my upcoming audition for a movie. I tried to keep my emotions in check. "Why do you say it like being mixed with black is a bad thing? Besides there are many plus size female actors in Hollywood" I replied. "Oh you want to go to America? You will sure make a good comedy show,look I don't mean to make you feel bad, especially when you are suicidal. But why not stick to the waitress job that I suggested and quit this idea of being an actress". I looked down sadly. "I came because I wanted to seek your encouragement. I didn't know you would get this upset." "Upset?" Jun said with a humorless laugh. "You think I'm just upset? That's my problem with you". I looked up at him with glistening eyes. "Acting has been my dream,since I was child. Why can't you support me in this?" "Because It's silly!" he snapped back, his voice rising. "I'm your boyfriend, Charlotte. You're supposed to respect me. If you cared about me, you wouldn't even be arguing about this. You will stick to the waitress job, like I told you to do.". "Jun, you know I love and do care about you. I've been loyal to you. Always. Why can't you for once, support me? I am trying, I really am." "Maybe, if you weren't this average and unnecessarily fat, it could be hopeful". I was speechless at that statement. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just look at yourself in the mirror, Charlotte.No one want to see all of you on their screen. You complain that you got bullied as a waitress. Well news flash, you will get more hate as an actress on the screen. Do you want to be bullied online too?" My throat tightened. "I was 'unnecessarily fat' when you approached me. Why didn't you say you didn't like plus size and go for slim women?" I asked with a frown. "I loved you with your flaws too, you know that. Don't act like you're perfect." Jun scoffed, offended. He rolled his tongue and looked me up and down. I looked at myself too,I was wearing something close to a maternity gown. According to Jun that's what suits me the most. Suits my body type,the most. Since he was my boyfriend I had accepted his dressing choice for myself. "You're lucky I've put up with you for this long. I've been managing you. Be honest, how many men were there before me? None! It's hard to find a man when you look like a middle aged, divorced single mother with kids. You are twenty-nine and unmarried what did that tell you? You think you have options?" Those words landed like a slap. "Do you know how cruel those words are, Jun?" I sobbed as tears rolled down my eyes. "Don't get all sensitive, Charlotte. I'm just being honest. So if you want this relationship to work, you know what you need to do. I can't put up with the shame all the time. Family, friends, have been on my neck. You have no idea how much shame I have been fighting by having you by my side as my girlfriend?" I looked down slowly. "You are.... ashamed of me?" "Ashamed is an understatement." He scoffed. I looked up at him, my tears rolling freely down my cheeks. "I never forced you to love me, Jun. Why did you even date me if you are embarrassed to be seen with me or anything like that. You made me think you are the one...someone who finally understood me and all of a sudden you are acting like a man with no atom of compassion and love for me". "Now, I am the bad guy for dating a hopeless fat twenty-nine years old woman in China, do you think someone out there will look at you twice?" I was about to reply, when a familiar sultry voice called from inside the apartment. "Jun baby!" That voice... "Is that....?" I paused and looked at him in both doubt and surprise. Jun closed his eyes in regret and murmured, "Fuck." Suddenly, the door opened and a blonde lady appeared, wearing nothing but Jun's oversized shirt, her unclad body on full display. Her heavy massive titts bouncing as she walked towards us. Jun rubbed his neck. "Chloe?" I whispered in disbelief. I stood there like a statue, staring at Chloe, my younger sister....half sister. My lips parted, but no sound came. "Opps,hey Charlotte". She said and turned back. I shifted my gaze to Jun. "You... You're... cheating on me, with my sister?" I said, her voice trembling. He ran his fingers through his hair, then turned to me with a frown and suddenly snapped. "Half sister". "She is still my sister! You!...." I couldn't finish my sentence and looked away, sobbing silently. "And whose fault is that? You've been ignoring me lately. What did you expect? For me to just wait around while you chase after your stupid dreams? Besides I am a man, I need to have sex. You kept blabbering about keeping it until the wedding night. This is 2025. Who still makes such decisions? You are twenty nine and a virgin...at this point it's a shame. I can't keep waiting for you, Charlotte." I stared at him, impulsively holding my hand to my chest. I felt a sudden sharp tightness in my chest. "You made me feel small. Made me question my worth just to cover up the fact that you're a liar and a cheat. Just a few minutes ago, I was willing to give up my dream for you, and this is what I get?" Uncontrollable hot tears rolled down my face,my heart was hurting sharply, stabbing so much, so much that I started panicking. "What is happening to me?" I cried loudly as I gripped my chest.I stepped out of the bathroom cautiously, like I was entering a sacred temple.And there, on the edge of the bed—I found not just one pad.A freaking collection.A full box of pads. A variety pack of tampons. A small heat patch. A fresh bottle of water. And neatly placed bars of dark chocolate.I just stood there, stunned.Who is this man?Was he raised by angels? Trained to be the ideal adult male?I took a tampon, resisted the urge to take the chocolate bar.But it was impossible, so I grabbed one and sprinted back into the bathroom.After taking my bath, I changed into clean clothes from my luggage. But now I had a new battle:should I leave?What if he is not as good as he presents himself. What if I am in danger? I have never been to the United states before.I made up my mind and gathered my stuff quickly then walked to the door.“Please be unlocked,” I murmured, and pulled the knob.The door opened. I was relieved. But another mind told me to think positively. I paused… and
“Thank… thank you…” I murmured after finally getting myself together. He simply nodded, then asked gently, “Is everything alright? You were crawling…” I leapt to my feet so fast I almost pulled a hamstring. “Oh! Totally! Yep. Just… morning stretches. Burning a few calories. Gotta keep the blood flowing, right?” I flung my arms up like I was in a mid-aerobics class. “Just a little crawling cardio.” He stared, then blinked, confused. “…Okay,” he said quietly and nodded. “I had to bring you along. You got drunk, I apologize for not being able to stop you from drinking too much.” He added, then turned and gestured toward the other corner of the room. “Your luggage is there.” My eyes followed his finger. But they didn’t make it to the luggage… they shifted to his back. A badass, realistic colored tiger tattoo—the artist must be blessed with magic fingers. I stared… never knew I could find a tattoo that attractive. When he turned back to me, I quickly looked away, pretending
A sweet aroma hit me first. My nose twitched, and my stomach growled before my eyes even opened. Then—bam—reality crept in. Where the hell am I? I was lying with my hands and legs spread apart in the middle of a msssive king-sized bed. What the hell... I sat up too fast and instantly regretted it because the room spun. My hand flew to my head as I blinked around. The room was huge and bright. Ridiculously clean. Everything screamed luxury. Glass walls stretched from floor to ceiling. A city skyline blinked back at me, smugly. Black-and-gold furniture. Expensive arts. What… is this place? Still, I couldn’t help but whisper, “Please tell me I wasn’t kidnapped by a serial killer with a cleaning fetish.” Then my heart skipped. I looked down and sighed in relief. “I’m not naked. That’s a win,” I muttered, then frowned in confusion. “But… how did I get here?” I scratched my hair, looked around as my brain struggled to piece things together. I’d been on a fl
“I can’t die a virgin,” I whispered under my breath. Tears blurred my vision, and then I said it again. I was going into an anxiety attack, my hands were shaking. I grabbed my hair. “I CAN’T DIE A VIRGIN! Please God!” I yelled loudly. I don't care if anyone was listening. A 29 year old virgin is just pathetic. My anxiety doubled as more and more cries and confessions of other passengers filled my ears. “I can't die a virgin”. I muttered again, my body shaking visibly. And then… two large hands cupped my cheeks. I blinked up, startled. My hot seatmate, he had shifted to the middle seat close to me. “Hey… it’s okay. I’m a virgin too. I mean—see? You’re better than me. I’m a guy… and still one. It's okay. ” He laughed sadly. “Here.Your oxygen mask. Put it on”. He said to me, breathing heavily. I was trembling, drenched in fear and tears. “Why does it matter, we are crashing anyway.” I said and closed my eyes crying silently. “Please put your oxyg
My mind was racing a thousand miles per second. Was he really trying to start a conversation with me? Or was he just trying to be polite because he noticed how much I was struggling? Maybe it was the latter. I glanced at him again. Sadly, he was back to scrolling through his phone. My eyes went to the nose mask, my curiosity eating at me. Why is he wearing a nose mask? Is he hiding something? Maybe something about his teeth he's insecure of? Before I could stop myself, my inner thought came out. “Hey, if you don’t mind me asking... Why are you wearing the mask?” The moment the question left my lips,I regretted it. Oh my god! Why did I say that! That must be offensive to him! What's my business with his nose mask? I cursed inwardly, my heart raced. I truly wished I could crawl under the seat and disappear. Who asks something like that? “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. That was so offensive. I apologize”. But surprisingly, he d
The flight attendant’s voice came through the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard. Our flight from Chengdu to New York will take approximately 15 hours and 20 minutes...” Fifteen. Hours?! Fifteen hours with him next to me! The flight attendant’s voice cut into my thoughts. “We’ll be cruising at an altitude of 35,000 feet..” A short pause, then the safety briefing began. I wasn’t sure why the safety announcement sounded like a calm warning of doom. Maybe because my anxiety was already hitting the roof. I’ve flown before, but it all sounded extra dramatic now that I’m sitting beside someone who makes my heart race just by existing. I peeked sideways and saw him shifting in his seat, raised a hand to his hair, and—oh. He tied it up. His hair into a small ponytail, a few strands falling down his face. I noticed a dark tattoo inked on the back of his neck. And then on his ears, two silver piercings at the top of his ear and a tiny black one at the ea