XIAO HELD YOUR HAND in angst, a bitter face displayed on his face as yours was painted worried. he looked down at the ground,

XIAO HELD YOUR HAND in angst, a bitter face displayed on his face as yours was painted worried. he looked down at the ground, he can’t and couldn’t look you in the eyes, his tight grip making your heart race in anxiety. the cold air of the wangshu inn made xiao regret the time of his confession. the weather was so bitterly nice, the sunset going down in a pleasant orange fire down the rivers, reflecting and shining as if gold.

“im sorry.” a soft whisper nearly something you couldn’t hear. you tilted your head and smiled gently, continuously holding your lovers hands.

“and what’s that sorry for, dear -“

“we can be anymore.”

your hands went bitter cold as the color on your face disappeared, the firey color went down as the night appeared suddenly. the orange flame color of your skin went away, only to be left with a cold blue color of sadness.

“xiao, if your joking, this isn’t f -“

“why would i be joking.” he let go of your hands on haste, looking down at the wooden flooring. you moved your head to meet his eyes with yours.

“xiao, pleased talk to me. what’s going on ? why are you bringing this up all of a sudden.”

xiao mumbled under his breath, something you couldn’t catch in which he repeated.

“i should’ve never been with a mortal like you.”

and with that, the hand you were holding dissolved into thin air, the real dust making you tear, your hand still extended out as if he would appear and take it again. your knees became weak as you held into the railing for support, hands shaking and eyes watering on what had just happened. you shook out a whispered cry, something you haven’t done for a while.

you weren’t supposed to be his lover, so why did he feel this way ? a sense of regret and a burning in his heart. you were nothing but a mortal anyway. its best to forget about these feelings.