Keqing's pov
One thing I learned from Ningguang.
You can only hold your feelings down for so long.
Eventually they erupt.
They almost did when Ningguang proposed to my best friend.
They almost did as I helped Beidou into her dress, did her hair, tried not to admire her beauty.
They almost did as I watched those two lovesick idiots for the rest of the night.
I wanted to hurt someone.
I wanted to punch Ningguang in her beautiful, calm face, the one that stole my friend.
I wanted to kiss Beidou, to feel her lips on mine.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to understand why she didn't love me, why she fell for someone like Ningguang's.
They were so sickeningly perfect.
I hated them for it.
I still hate them for it.
Ningguang's never even came to see Beidou. I was the one she woke up next to. But she still clings to Ningguang like her life depends on it.
I look so calm on the outside. So supportive. I act like I want to keep their marriage together.
But I'm praying it fails.
I have loved Beidou from the moment I met her, but she's never noticed me. Why can't she love me? Why died it have to be someone else? Why am I invisible to her? Why couldn't I have her?
Now, I'm too late.
She's married. And (for the most part) happy.
And I...
I really hate her for it.
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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...
