Midsummer Night

Midnight

"Shizun... this disciple can explain..."

"Shut your mouth! From when did you start?"

"... two years ago..."

"But Shizun, you've said before that people can be good or evil, and that demons can also be good or evil."

Have I said it before? "You are not an ordinary demon. You are an ancient Heavenly Demon. This family has always killed countless people in the Human Realm. They have caused countless sins, no matter how things are said. They cannot be mentioned in the same breath as other demons."

"But you've said it before... shizun, you really want to kill me?"

"Will you go down yourself, or do you need me to make a move?"

That pain that flashed in his eyes, followed by despair and helplessness as the tip of his sword stabbed into his chest...

"Hah!" Shen Qingqiu loudly gasped and abruptly sat up from his bed and caught his breath. His whole body is reeked with sweat and his inner robe is drenched, you could wring out the water from it.

He closed his eyes tight, trying to erase that scene in his mind. But, no matter how much he tries, that scene where the young Luo Binghe's tears are falling, with his chest drenched in blood after the Xiuya sword stabbed him, and him falling into the Endless Abyss...

Shen Qingqiu covered his mouth when he felt he wanted to retch. His face paled. He controlled his breathing, then turned to look at Luo Binghe lying beside him, deeply sleeping. His long, curly hair is scattered on his bare, pale skin. Shen Qingqiu suddenly breathed a sigh after the nauseating feeling left him. He raised his hand to touch Luo Binghe, only for his hand to freeze when he saw that scar on Luo Binghe's chest.

The nauseating feeling returned once again, but this time, Shen Qingqiu felt his body became cold. He stiffly went down their bed, picked up his outer robe and wore it, before he walked out of their house. He didn't notice that when he left, Luo Binghe's eyes opened.

Shen Qingqiu went to the river bank, doubled over, then retched. He doesn't care if someone hears him, since it's only him and Luo Binghe are living in the area and it's the middle of the night. Luo Binghe is also deeply sleeping, which he is unknowingly wrong.

"Hah... hah..." Shen Qingqiu gasped and wiped his bloodless lips. His face is pale and, even if the night wind is cool, but he is heavily sweating. He closed his eyes tight.

How many nights has it been?

This nightmare is never-ending.

Pain and despair in his eyes

Will forever haunt him every night

"Damn it... this isn't the time to make a poem!" Shen Qingqiu lowly cursed and pulled his hair. He closed his eyes tight, trying to erase that scene in his mind. But, even if it is just a poem, as long as it could distract him... please...

A sob came out of his lips. He didn't know that Luo Binghe was standing by their doorway and is silently watching him.

"Shizun..." Luo Binghe called in a low voice. But, his voice wasn't heard since it's only Shen Qingqiu's cries along with his retching can be heard in the night. His gaze lowered and he silently returned to their bed.

The warmth from their bodies disappeared, and was replaced by cold. How many nights was it? That he wakes with his shizun looking pale and heavily sweating and retching and... crying. He doesn't want to overthink, but it's as if Shen Qingqiu's cries from outside is reminding him that he has forced his shizun in this relationship. That Shen Qingqiu only agreed to be with him because of pity. That Shen Qingqiu is tolerating him because he doesn't want for him to destroy the world again. That Shen Qingqiu... his shizun...

"Shizun..." he called and closed his eyes when he heard Shen Qingqiu's footsteps.

Shen Qingqiu has returned, bringing the cold air with him. Cold, like his shizun always is. "Binghe...?" he heard Shen Qingqiu called him, but he didn't answer. He knows his shizun doesn't want for him to find out what he's doing every night.

As expected, when Shen Qingqiu didn't hear him answer, he sighed in relief and took off his outer robe before he returned to their bed and pulled the quilt. Shen Qingqiu saw his naked upper body and covered him with the quilt before Shen Qingqiu snuggled closer to him so the small quilt could cover them both.

He opened his eyes and looked at Shen Qingqiu who fell asleep. Shizun... he thought before he raised his hand and placed it on Shen Qingqiu's waist, then pulled him towards him so that he could feel Shen Qingqiu's warmth. He then closed his eyes, and a tear fell from his eye. 

Isabel_Lynden  sorry i am late for one month! I hope you'll like this first chapter!