DEAR DILUC diluc ragnvindr

loss.

Dear Diluc,

Are you afraid of death? I've been thinking a lot and I wonder, does it hurt as you see your life slowly ebb away? Or do you feel at peace? Do you feel relieved that you'll be free from heavy shackles?

Perhaps it's all a lie and you feel nothing.

Whatever it feels like, frankly, I don't care. The only thing I'm worried about is being alone. What if I can't see anyone again? If I die one day, will I be all by myself?

I'm terrified, Diluc.

I'm terrified of losing everyone.

Sincerely, Y/n.

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Diluc sat in his late father's study, which was now his, completing the paperwork spread out on his desk.

Y/n watched him as she sat across him on a brown, leather couch.

"Is there something wrong?" Diluc lifted his head up to look at his close friend.

"No, everything's alright." She said, her lips stretching into a wide smile. "Can't I savour these moments?"

"Of course you can." Diluc smiled back. His smile was warmer than the fireplace crackling in the background. "But we have a long lifetime ahead, so don't stress about savouring anything."

For a brief moment, Y/n's jaw tightened before she resumed smiling. "Yeah, maybe even an eternity."