I'll Fix Everything | Wangxian

Chapter fifty-seven

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Wei Ying awoke hours later when the night had possessed the Burial Mounds, darkening it even further.

You could barely tell the difference between night and day, but Wei Ying had lived here for a very long time.

Everywhere was dark.

When his eyes fluttered open, feeling dry and stiff from the number of tears he cried earlier, instantly, pain bloomed all over his body.

Wei Ying's eyes filled with tears again, the evidence of what had happened just hours ago stinging all over and slowly, he sat up.

When he did, he cried even more.

It seems, when he was asleep that disgusting mirage had marked every part of him it could reach, he could feel traces of the phantom's touch everywhere.

Wei Ying hiccuped, his madly trembling hands struggling to pinch his clothing, let alone drag it back on.

He used his undergarments to rub his skin raw, ridding it best he could of the disgust the mirage left behind, sobbing weakly he stood on useless legs.

He barely put any weight on them before they buckled to the floor, he whimpered weakly.

Sniffing, Wei Ying sobbed again, using the trees as support as he walked out of the Burial Mounds.

By the time he had escaped, his eyes were wide, pupils dilated in shock, he felt dirty. He felt Lan Zhan's hands- the mirage's cold hands all over him, he felt his tongue, his teeth, he could still feel the icy tongue and its sharp taste buds crawling over his most private area.

Sobbing weakly, he limped his way back into the carriage, thankful to find it empty.

Wei Ying sniffed as he curled into a ball in the corner, trembling as he stared into nothingness.

His hair was full of dust and dirt, messy on his head as he hugged his knees tightly, hiding his body within his robes, hiding the marks the mirage had left behind.

Wei Ying sobbed a final time.

He was not coming back here. He didn't care if the world would end if he didn't. He was not entering the Burial Mounds ever again.

He doubted he could even if he wanted to.

Sniffing, his wide, dilated eyes stuck to the view he could see from the open window, the dead trees, the slowly fading mass of death and decay as resentment became thicker.

Sitting in shame, in his own bodily fluids, in something else's bodily fluid, blood and dirt, Wei Ying locked eyes with a smirking pale face.

The mirage licked his lips, sitting tauntingly in the darkness you'd have to squint to see him.

Wei Ying looked... and he was too scared to look away.

***

Lan Zhan was panicking, as was everyone else.

After a few hours, they had managed to all find each other again, they had found everyone but Wei Ying.

Yanli sobbed softly, gripping her brother's hand painfully tight, "M-Maybe he went b-back to the carriage?" She stuttered.

Jiang Fengman nodded, blinking away tears of his own, "If he was terrified he would have run back there."

Lan Zhan sighed, closing his eyes as he drowned in the weight of his failure, "Let's go back, if he's not there... we will gather all the disciples possible to search."