;; the third book of the whole series !!
# taking requests !!
guys i cant thank yall enough for the tremendous amounts of support yall have given me both in real life and book wise.
its the start of a new adventure now.
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╭ ♡ ┈ ⠂┈ female reader ː ♡ ┈ ⠂┈ first person POV ╰ ♡ ┈ ⠂┈ genshin au ː
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that night i couldnt sleep. i stood at my balcony watching the stars glisten past the dark night sky. i didnt know that the strong wind that suddenly picked up meant danger, and when i finally realised that i was in danger, it was far too late to run.
years later and somehow i havent fully passed on. perhaps it was because i was given a second chance in life — as a ghost. a spirit, if you will. i had no idea what to do with this ghostly ... ghastly form of mine. sure it was fun scaring kids for a while but what else could i even do?
all my friends were more than happy to see me again, but i couldnt touch them or hug them — not even scaramouche. it hurt when i saw him, that was the first day of my death.
his eyes had tears that day, and just when he thought i had died, i was right in front of his eyes once again. it was a sad day, trying to hug him but your arms just wrapped around air — that was the feeling i had. the feeling of not being able to wrap your arms around the one that you missed but only being met with the cold kiss of loneliness.
scaramouche and i never spoke again after that day. he said he needed space, and truthfully enough i needed some space too. all i felt was pain. i was already dead, yet the pain i felt was emotional. it was distressing. it was annoying.
today, its my 10th year of death, and xiangling plans on celebrating it with me. keqing took a day off from her duties to attend the "y/n ghost anniversary" (as xiangling calls it every year) and the rest of the gang decided to attend as well.
today i sit in front of my mirror.
i see nothing but what used to be my room. its a mess of a space, clothes and jewellery everywhere; clothes and jewellery i can no longer wear. the sun shines through the opened dusty windows, and dust falls off the curtains as kaeya pulls them apart. he coughs, and i can see why.
