Genshin YT POV :)

Diluc hands you divorce papers after an argument

A Male Y/N pov

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TW:

Cursing

Maybe slight violence(?)

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"Were done Y/n", Those words came out cold, colder than Sneznayan Ice, 

the pain in your chest felt unbearable while a tear managed to leave your eyes.

There was DIluc, handing over papers when your eyes travelled down, it was clearly a document for divorce,

"Seriously?..."

No response,

You felt your temper grow as you started laughing while tears ran down your cheek,

"I was such a fool! Oh such a fool to think I could satisfy you with my love," You shouted at the redhead who stood with his hands crossed as looks at you with horror,

"Oh, such a Naive fool I was," You could feel your legs get wobbly as you put your hands on the desk for support,

"You were such a fool who would cheat over their own husbands back" He shot back, in that cold unwavering tone of his.

That's was when you had enough,

"You Fucking traumatized your own adopted brother you Fucking swore to protect you Asshole, He only comes to Your fucking tavern to try to apologize but ends up drowning himself in alcohol. And you dare call me a cheater you asshole?"

Diluc's expression felt unreadable at that point, as he tries to approach you,

"Y/n.."

"Don't fucking touch me.." you slap his hand away, 

"What about you huh? Have you been seeing that 'Donna' girlfriend of yours? Who gives you your favorite flowers and kisses you?" You snap back,

He did not have any words left to say.

Picking up the pen you roughly sing the papers before handing them over, they were slightly crumpled at the edges now.

"Burn in hell" You slam the door while you went out of dawn winery, it was raining. SUddenly you felt the urge to run before you knew your legs were already continuing the action.

"I hope you FUCKING disappear from my life DILUC RANGDAVIR!"  you shout on top of your lungs,

Tears finally fall down your eyes like the rain,

Diluc only understood after the h/c individual left,

That he had lost the most important person

The spark of his life

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