Venti's pov
I feel really sick.
I can barely even move right now.
Is this what dying feels like?
Probably not.
Last time I said I was dying, I was fine later.
But it still scared me.
I wish Xiao was here. I'd feel better with him beside me. With his hands in my hair, those honey-gold eyes on me.
But he's not here.
I'm by myself.
I really hate it. I want someone beside me, someone to keep me grounded.
Someone to tell me I'll be fine.
Maybe I won't be.
Maybe I'll die here, in a bleak hospital room all alone, with only the sounds of the world to witness my passing.
Gotta say, that wouldn't be too bad.
But I just want Xiao here.
I want him to comfort me till my final breath, to hold me one last time, send me off with his lips on mine.
But that's too much to ask.
So I'll settle for solitude.
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FanfictionBeidou is starving herself. She barely ever eats, and when she does she throws it up right after. Her wife, Ningguang, either doesn't notice or doesn't care. It's ripping them apart but neither know how to fix it. Venti is dying, and he's terrifi...
