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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Heat waves
2:04 ───ㅇ───── 3:59 ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ "Sometimes all I think about is you"
prologue : nocturne op.9 no.1 in B flat minor
Y/N's POV
The soft scratching sound of my paintbrush brushing against the textured canvas filled my ears. I furrowed my eyebrows as I focused on my window, then the canvas, and then the window again. I added the final details and smiled as I looked at the piece. It was a beautiful sunset, accompanied by the reflective ocean that surrounded Teyvat Central. My smile soon faded, though. I wasn't quite happy with how the painting turned out, my eyes darted to each imperfection, each thing I should be ashamed of. I glared at the painting before punching through the canvas in frustration. Nothing ever turned out how I wanted it to. My paintings always turned into an ocean of imperfections, no matter how hard I tried to avoid them. "Why is it so hard to get even one thing right?" I asked myself, my voice hoarse as I wiped the wet paint from my fist. I stepped out of my art studio, desperate for a nap. I had been up for nearly three nights, trying to perfect my painting. I dragged my feet across the cold, hardwood flooring until I collapsed onto my bed. I hugged one of the many stuffed animals on my bed, a stuffed dinosaur, as I closed my eyes to begin drifting off to sleep. Just as I felt myself drifting away, classical music came from the room beside mine as my older brother, Diluc, played the piano. I recognized the piece as Chopin's 'Nocturne op.9 no.1 in B flat minor'. I gave a soft smile, one of Chopin's most romantic pieces. I always adored that piece. Father used to play it for Diluc, Kaeya, and I when we had trouble sleeping. I missed those times dearly. Now, Diluc and Kaeya argued constantly, and they wouldn't let me even try to help them. I sat up from my bed, the sheets rustling as I moved. I walked across the cold floors until I reached the stairs, hearing Kaeya and a few of his friend's laughing. I could tell they were intoxicated, by the way they slurred their worlds. I walked down the stairs, Kaeya's icy blue eyes met my (E/C) ones. He froze, not knowing how to respond to me catching him. Kaeya's friends also froze, waiting to see what would happen. "Kaeya, I thought I had told you to stop drinking. It's not good for you, especially when you're seventeen," my voice lacked much emotion, a sign that I was trying to control how I felt about the situation. "Look, (Y/N), I promise I'll stop. I only had a few," Kaeya tried to explain himself. I scoffed, "'Only a few'? You're two bottles in, and you reek of alcohol. I don't want to hear your lies." I glared at the various bottles of vodka that had stolen my brother from me over the years as tears welled up in my eyes. "You promised me you would stop last time, you have one more chance." Kaeya looked at the ground, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Tears rolled down his face as his friends gazed at him with worried expressions. Kaeya never cries. "I'm sorry too, Kaeya. I know it's been hard on you," I hugged him tightly, my arms wrapping around his waist. I listened to Diluc as he played the final notes, a soft smile appearing on my face. I thought about my family, how father died, how Diluc and Kaeya constantly argued and refused to be nice to each other. I just wanted my family back, and maybe then, I would be able to find my inspiration.
