The Writer's Scheme (BJYX FanFic) - Completed

26: The End

Wuxian opened his mouth but found nothing to say. He wants to beg Wangji to stay, to seek forgiveness, to persuade him to believe that he loves him more than anything. But he can only cast a look at his Lan Zhan's retreating form and etched this last glance in his memory.

‘Leave, Lan Zhan. Leave me and never look back.’ Wuxian sadly smiled watching the other vanish from sight. 

He knew a single lie discovered is enough to create doubt in every truth expressed. But was it not Wangji the one who said he was willing to wait until Wuxian was ready to share? Did Wuxian expected too much from him? Hoping he’ll have unrelenting compassion, patience and understanding until the end?

Wuxian doesn't know anymore.

As Wangji left, Wuxian quietly grieved for his earnest feelings which are doubted and denied.

‘My words aren’t all lies. I love you but you shouldn’t know that now.‘ Wuxian shut himself up in an impregnable silence, reliving his wonderful days with his Lan Zhan.

The writer had done impulsive and crazy things, but not this one. Not loving Lan Zhan.

He did not want to fall in love with him. Did not want to hide secrets and carry guilt in silence. But he had fallen in love with Wangji right from the start.

One by-chance glance at the handsome yet grim-looking officer at the orientation hall at the police academy got him bewitched instantly. He had adored the cold Lan Wangji since, pestered him to take notice of him too. He was deep sh*t too in love by the time he realised it. ‘Those amber eyes...’ he had seen it once. Unforgettable. What fathomless bad luck was it when he realised Wangji was the son of the couple who had woefully died at the car accident because of him?

He had fled and left Wangji instantly after realising the connection between them. He was too ashamed of himself to claim to love Wangji whose grievance and parents' death was caused by him. 'I don't deserve him.', wreathed at the young Wei Wuxian.

Wuxian tried to forget his first love. Tried to bury himself in his work and move on. Tried to tell and lie to himself that he did not really love the young man. But who was he deceiving?

Wuxian came back to Wangji's life convincing himself that it was just so he could write the best romance novel literature that he can slap against his competitors' and critics' faces. He had impressively hoaxed himself for a while but the longer he had stayed with Wangji, the obvious crazy beating of his heart can't be denied anymore.

He loves him to the bones, to the core, to deepest corners of his heart. And he knew he had to get back with him, show him that his heart beats only for him and only because of him. And he won the younger’s heart the second time around.

It was the best times of his life. 

Yet amidst the ecstatic love the two shared once again, Wuxian silently tormented himself alone because of the unforgiveable accident the young him, 12 years back, had caused. Even still, despite the hunting conscience and guilt, he was greedy by desire to quench his heart’s thirst for Wangji’s love though knowing it wasn’t right. The unrest drives him mad, secrets couldn’t be kept that long he knew.

But he couldn’t turn things around. What had happened in the past was unchangeable. His younger self had messed things up big time. Two souls died because of him. And his Lan Zhan and his older brother were made orphans because of his mistake.

Star-crossed, that exactly defines them. They shouldn't have met. They shouldn't have fallen in love.

There is one lone tear that Wuxian had let go as his heart weighed down further. It was his tear of regret. Also, maybe his tear of a sad goodbye to that beautiful love and that lone perfect man, his Lan Zhan.

Sorely, the dust hasn't settled with this parting. Fate somehow had planned to morph the night into something more sinister.

"Come out." Wuxian called nonchalantly.

A man hiding in the shadows at the side of Wuxian's balcony came out of his hiding, landing a good distance for him to aim for a sure bulls eye. A caliber rested firmly on his dominant hand and without second thoughts, he pointed it on Wuxian’s chest. 

By this time, Wuxian had freely let destiny take control. The writer had surrendered his upshot to the cruel hands of fate: unwilling to fight, dispassionate to live. ‘I would die if you leave me. Did you not believe me, Lan Zhan?’ Wuxian sadly asked. ‘I don’t want to live without you. I’d rather have my life meet its end than live a day without you, my love.’ Wuxian recited in his mind.

He looked at his so-called stalker in the eye, defeated. “Aim well.” He even encouraged.

A maniacal laugh ringed as the man’s face got illuminated by the light post.

Wuxian stared at him, stared at the face resembling the driver who had died because of the accident he was in 12 years back. That man’s eldest heir now stood at his front, blinded by revenge, deep in vengeance and hatred. 

'Lan Xi Chen.'

Wuxian’s eyes closed as Xi Chen voiced, “The end.”

A gun shot was heard and Wuxian’s body stumbled back and fell unceremoniously down the balcony, swallowed by the pool’s cold water underneath. The once clear waters turned murky and red.

Was this the writer's final end?

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A/N:

And so, the stalker was really Lan Xi Chen! Yibo's elder brother! Who had guessed it right? Hands up ✋🙌✋

Xi Chen's POV next!

12-Aug-2021

P.S. I might still edit this but the thought would still be the same!