Cursed

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"Another, please."

Sitting on the barstool with your head in your arms, you sighed deeply. Tired and frustrated were the only feelings that bubbled within you at the moment. You wanted to go to Liyue yet there was also that voice beckoning you to stay in Monstadt.

Interrupting your chain of thoughts was Diluc, who placed a glass that was half full with red liquid carefully beside you. Looking up, you were met with his ruby-red eyes that glimmered as they met the light.

"Special occasion?" Diluc chuckled, observing the dark bags that were developing underneath your eyes. You returned a light laugh, taking a sip of the rich dandelion wine.

"The Knights have decided it best for me to not travel to Liyue." You explained, thankful that you had someone to vent to. Diluc hummed in understanding, his deep voice sending chills down your spine. "I wanted to settle down in Monstadt, live like everybody else. That's now ruined ever since he showed up."

"And who may be 'he' exactly?" Diluc asked, pouring himself a glass of grape juice.

"He is from the—" Suddenly gagging, you felt awfully sick, as if someone had winded you with a blow straight to the abdomen. The taverns quiet atmosphere turned deafening and the wine within your glass spiralled like an out of control whirlpool.

"Hey, (Y/N), you sure you're alright?" You could hear Diluc ask as he placed his warm hand upon your shoulder.

"Y-Yeah, only a little tired. Don't worry." You tried to smile, yet you felt so weak. A sheet of cold sweat covered your body as you tried to lift your hand to grab the wine glass in front of you. Diluc's words grew harder to comprehend by the minute. What in Teyvat was going on?

"I suppose I should get some rest, g-goodnight." You stood to leave for home, which was a stupid idea as nausea hit you like a pounding mochi hammer. Your vision faded into a sickly purple, soon black. The last thing you could see approaching you was a head with locks of red, his hand reaching out in a futile attempt to ease your fall.

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You had returned. Returned to the realm of black nothingness. No pain, no emotion, just nothing. You were fed up with being here, this time, you wished to leave and wake from the dream or nightmare that enveloped you. Hearing the faint click of wooden sandals echo, you snapped your head in the direction they came from only to see nothing.

Anger began to bubble within you, threatening to spill at any given moment. "This isn't funny! Show yourself!" You demanded, at the top of your lungs and listening to your words repeat over and over. For a moment, it went quiet again.

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