💌 sometimes when faced with difficult situations, it’s hard to find the motivation to move forward. — [8:24PM] no. it

💌 sometimes when faced with difficult situations, it’s hard to find the motivation to move forward.

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[8:24PM] no.

it all happens too fast; everything has been that way lately. though you had suspected it was merely vertigo, as your feet gradually lose the sensation of the cold snow beneath them, you realise that it may have instead been a warning.

has he realised I’ve fallen?

amongst the chaotic jumble of thoughts in your mind, you think of childe. he’d been rather excited to visit mondstadt’s snowy mountain, referencing his home country with a rare nostalgia in his tone. 

maybe not.

the cold wind bites at your cheeks and slithers between the gaps of your clothes, touching every part of you in a chilly embrace: a desperate hold that feels like the grasp of fear experienced only in the most gruesome of nightmares.

would it really be so bad?

sore eyes look up past the haze of wind and snow that flurries through your vision. it’s impossible to tell how far you’ve fallen after being knocked off the mountain by a stray hillichurl, but perhaps it’s not as much as you’d initially thought — a visible light peeks out through the darkness, as well as a familiar silhouette. 

“___!”

suddenly, that figure becomes entirely visible. like a new side has brought itself to light, your limbs feel heavier as they begin to flail in the wind, and your chest is full of the bitter night air. you gasp as arms finally come down to envelop you, warm despite the cold that surrounds you, and comforting despite the emptiness clawing at the inside of your chest.

“i’ve got you,”childe breathes out, brows furrowed as he manoeuvres the both of you to an angle where you can safely slide down the mountain. as you shake upon the impact of his boots hitting the rock, his hand comes up to cradle your head. “i’ve got you.”

tears quickly fill your eyes as the hand on his neck tightens, pulling him down closer towards you.

you both hit the snow at an awkward angle, childe’s surfing method having resulted in you tumbling down almost completely intertwined. but even after you land still, you’re reluctant to let go of him. 

he groans, chuckling as he shakes the snow out of his hair. you peek up for just a moment, only a single second at the least, and are bombarded by the sight of his relieved smile.

but how could i ever leave such a person behind?

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