The Writer's Scheme (BJYX FanFic) - Completed

28: Suicide

Lan Wangji quietly watched as darkness loomed over him. He has just left Wuxian's side a minute ago when a passing car shone against him and their promise ring gleamed with the reflected light.

Wangji stopped his car abruptly, fondled the intricately designed band between his fingers and asked himself once more: Did he not try hard enough? Did he not love Wuxian with all his heart?

He had believed in that dreamy state of their mutual affection. He was patient and kind, giving the other unmeasureable love. So why did that warmth and sweetness ended so bitterly? Why did his reality turned into false illusion?

Wangji's muddled emotions turn cold and his heart bereft. He slowly pulled the ring off his finger, only to feel the weight on his chest graver than ever.

The broken man understood he would never be complete again but he also knew he has to move on.

Bravely, Wangji then decided to turn back and return this once most precious possession back to its owner.

'To completely end things once and for all.' He had told himself, hoping he'll soon find a way to heal his soul and start anew without a single thought of Wuxian.

Yet, there are moments when the universe connives to bring more awful luck. Its dice rolls in surprise and each soul can only sit and watch helplessly as it creates another mishap to test us.

The young Wangji didn't even had the chance for his heart to rest when he witnessed another sick play of fate.

Wangji turned his heels and lunged back in hearing the unmistakeable sound of a gun fire.

He was afraid, shocked and nervous, his mind only filled with one name. 'Wei Ying!'

He heard Wen Ning's scream and the young detective dashed to where they were.

He couldn't breathe neither blink. Wuxian's body was submerged in the water and Wen Ning was desperately pulling him out of its middle.

From his periphery, he saw a silhouette of a man in pure black springing away. Wangji's mind battled with his heart. His mind commanded his body to reach for his gun and ran after the man in question. But his heart won undoubtedly and his stiff muscles moved and he dived too, taking in Wuxian's unmoving body to his embrace.

"Wei Ying?!" He almost yelled in despair, cupping the pretty face whose colour was quickly draining. "Wei Ying, open your eyes for me." He pleaded and the almond dark brown orbs fought its battle to heed his call.

Wangji would have loved to hear Wuxian's voice to reassure him even if they were just lies, but instead the other chokes and coughs, unfetterdly wincing in pain. Time is of essence Wangji knew and he prayed to heavens that help will come sooner.

The writer was bleeding to death in Wangji's hands, now barely awake. His hand travelled to reach Wangji's face and caress it, and Wangji caught it and lead it to where it was needed to be. Wangji leaned his cheek on the cold fingers. It's usual warmth was all gone. "Wei Ying..." Wangji begged and Wuxian only managed to smile at him thinly. "Wei Ying, don't leave me." Wangji whispered with full honesty, finding his unfiltered love resurfacing at the heat of the moment. But just like that, Wuxian's frail body unceremoniously went heavy and limp on his arms.

"No! Don't close your eyes!" Wangji screamed, begging. "Wei Wuxian don't you dare close your eyes! Look at me, Wei Ying!" Lan Wangji cried desperately and his world came into the halt when the other did not respond to any of his summons.

He tried to bring him back to consciousness, pumped his heart, gave him his breath, stopped the unceasing blood oozing from the other's chest wound, but it was a futile attempt. Wuxian's life slipped right through Lan Wangji's grasp and he felt like dying with him as warm tears ran down his cheeks.