After the 11th harbinger's death, Zhongli questioned himself, "What was my purpose in life?"
He couldn't love anybody because they would eventually die. He was stuck as an immortal being whether he liked it or not. He wished he could turn back time, he wished he could have stopped Childe from going to inazuma.
Childe was just a mortal.
So why? Why would a god get attached to someone like him.
"Zhongli! Hello? Teyvat to Zhongli!!"
A familiar bard from Mondstadt said.
Zhongli was too lost in his thoughts, but he eventually snapped out of it.
"Venti? What are you doing here?" Zhongli said.
"Ah, Finally! You were just staring at the water. I heard the news, are you okay?"
Venti asked. Zhongli was DEFINITELY not okay. He wasn't good at expressing his feelings, though.
"Yes. Why are you asking?"
what a lie.
"I know that look.. tell me whats wrong!!" Venti screamed at the geo archon.
"Nothing, its just Childe's death, just a bit sad, that's all." Zhongli replied to him.
He kept thinking about what would happen if he could just turn back time and stop Childe from going to Inazuma. Is that even possible? No, its probably not. It was hopeless, Zhongli would stay like this forever. A loner.
He cant escape immortality. No matter what.
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Tired. // CHILDE ANGST!
FanfictionEvery single day, Childe grows weaker and weaker due to his delusion. He wants to see his family happy, even if that was the last thing he would ever see in his years of living. He knows he's going to die young, but does his family know? // CONTAINS...
