🌸 • QinXiao • 🌸

🌸 ~ Fate pt. 1

💕 Immortal(?) Yexiao POV 💕
💝 CW: slight (not graphic) mentions of blood

• Cloudcrest ~ Neverfall Theater •

How long have I been here?

How many of his shows have I been to?

I can't remember.

Well, I can never remember, to be fair.

It's strange, like pieces of my own mind are missing. Did I lose them? Where did they go, I wonder.

But, I remember him.

The actor onstage, the main lead of this play, and many others.

This one is about a swordsman, I think. An imperial guard? Yes, that's right. A guard and his love for the Empress.

This one is a tragedy, it must be.

A love like that is doomed, I'm sure of it.

And yet, like the rest of the audience, I hope for a happy ending.

He'd return from war and take the Empress into his arms, and they'd live happily ever after.

But that's unrealistic.

At that moment, a sword swings down across the actor's abdomen, fake blood spraying from the fake wound.

The actor cries out in pain, rocking the hearts of the audience. A hopeless scream. The shout of a man who knows his fate.

The soldier who stands before him with a bloodied blade is none other than the Emperor, having found out about the affair.

Clutching his chest, the actor glares at him, a bold fire in his eyes.

But...he doesn't fight back.

He himself knew their love would fail.

Young fans in the audiences urge him to fight back, as if they could change the script.

But, in the end, he turns away.

The actor starts singing, a reprise of the gentle duet between him and the Empress earlier.

The same lyrics, professing their undying love for eachother. That they'd never part, life or death.

He dances with the sword, gracefully yet brutally tearing down his opponents.

His song rings across the theater, the "battlefield".

Fans sniffle, watching the fake blood gush out with every move, every swing.

It doesn't matter to me, though.

I'm not as shocked as I was the first time.

Back then, I'd sob watching him feign these injuries. I'd sob as he was slashed here and there with dull blades.

It was so convincing, and my love for him didn't make it any easier to watch, as one would assume.

But I know better now, it's only natural to mature with time.

Time...

How long has it been, I wonder?

Since that day, how many years have passed?

Hours, days, years. Time always seemed to pass by so effortlessly.

Well, until I found him.

Once I found him, time slowed. I could live normally, but it wasn't 'normal' at all.

I watched him, whether it was catching glimpses or orchestrating an "accidental"meeting.

Strange to watch your lover grow up, isn't it?

I've never changed, but he'd grown from a sweet little baby into such a handsome man. As he'd done many times before.

Is that weird? Maybe.

I can't say I'm proud of myself, but what other choice do I have?

A life as long as mine gets boring, no matter how much I travel and learn and inevitably forget.

My mind is ever-growing, and it's not as wonderful as it seems.

I can't remember my parents, their names, their faces. I can't remember old friends I've outlived. I know that someday, I'll even forget about Nikki, and Momo.

The only constant in my life was the beauty of the world, and...him.

His name is Qin Yi now, if I'm correct.

He's become more famous with the invention of social media, more loved. I feel like a speck of sand in his vast sea of admirers.

But, none of them could love him as much as I do, I'm sure of it.

I've stayed three steps behind him, ever since the day he left me.

Actually, tomorrow's our anniversary. Not of when we confessed, but when he coldly turned me away, blinded by fame.

So cruel, yet I love him.

He may not know me, or love me back.

I'm aware that this is hopeless.

...this must be some sort of punishment. Cursed to chase a one-sided love for eternity. I wonder who I wronged, though.

Why me?

The audience suddenly stands, clapping furiously and squealing in delight.

Qin Yi, sided by the "Empress" and the rest of the cast, bows. A charming smile on his face. and the butterfly birthmark beneath his eye.

I join the applause, despite barely having paid attention.

I catch his gaze, and we spend an uncomfortable amount of time staring into eachother's eyes.

He's never looked at me, I realize.

Passing glances, maybe. But never anything like this.

His smile falls for a moment, and it feels as if we're the only two people in this theater.

A younger me, if you could say that, would have blushed and turned away, or cried in joy.

But now...I simply stare back at him, hurt blistering in my heart.

I wonder...

Since when were his eyes so cold?

💕 fin 💕

A/N : written over the course of two class periods, and no I don't pay attention in class. If I did, I wouldn't be writing Qin Yi x Yexiao fan fiction on Wattpad. This series will be a bit angsty and just a teensy bit toxic. Eensy weensy. Itty bitty.

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I'm well aware it's been like 3-4 weeks since the first update. Writers block is a pain in the @ss.