The atmosphere between them was tense, fraught with unresolved issues. As he stepped out and stretched his arms above his head, he attempted to convey vulnerability, hoping to defuse the escalating tension. However, she responded with a glare, her eyes hardening as she took a step back. Her defensive reaction wounded him, and he flinched at her movement, his heart breaking a little.
She mustered the courage to ask, "What is it you want from me, Wukong ." His hands hung by his side as he cautiously approached her. But instead of answering, he walked closer, she manifested a sharp object, a threatening vine that pointed directly at his throat.
"I will kill you," she stated sternly, her voice filled with a mix of anger, pain, and determination. Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their shared history and the hurt they had caused each other.
Suddenly, his realization broke through the tension. "That... those were the first words you said to me when we met," he spoke, his voice trembling with both astonishment and sorrow.
Frustration washed over her as she muttered, "I should have done so," her voice laced with self-deprecation. She scoffed at her own idiocy, berating herself for not taking action sooner. He, unmoved by her scorn, stepped closer, drawn to her despite the tension hanging heavy in the air. A surge of hope ignited within him, urging him to bridge the growing chasm between them. But before he could utter a word, a sudden movement caught his attention.
In an instant, as if responding to the charged atmosphere, a slender vine, adorned with delicate thorns, lashed out with precision, grazing his left cheek. A sharp sting accompanied the contact, leaving behind a shallow mark, mirroring the deeper wounds that had been inflicted upon him emotionally.
His hand instinctively rose to his cheek, feeling the warmth of the small injury. The physical pain paled in comparison to the ache in his heart, the realization dawning upon him that his presence only intensified her anguish.
The intensity of her seething anger pierced the air, her eyes narrowed as they locked onto his golden hues. The depths of her resentment were laid bare, a tempest brewing within her gaze. The rawness of her emotions resonated, exposing the depths of her pain and the magnitude of the damage inflicted upon her.
"I do not want to see you nor speak with you," she declared, her voice a mix of defiance and anguish. The weight of her words hung heavily between them, a barrier fortified by the wreckage of their shattered trust. "Haven't you damaged me enough?" she spat, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt.
Her seething gaze bore into him, a collision of emotions playing out in the depths of her eyes. The once-familiar golden hues that had once held warmth and love now reflected a tempestuous mix of remorse, longing, and a desperate plea for understanding.
"I... I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice tinged with regret. "I never meant to hurt you like this. I know I've made mistakes, but I want to make things right."
She remained defiant, her eyes still fixed upon him with an intense gaze. The pain he had caused had created a barrier between them, and she was determined to protect herself from further hurt. "I've heard enough apologies from you," she retorted, her voice laced with bitterness. "Words mean nothing when actions speak otherwise."
He took a step forward, carefully treading on the fragile ground of their fractured relationship. "I understand that my words may not be enough," he said earnestly. "But please, give me a chance to show you that I've changed. I want to prove to you that I.. that I can be the person you deserve." She hesitated, her anger warring with the memories of the love they once shared. The pain in her eyes softened slightly, hinting at a flicker of vulnerability beneath her tough exterior.
As she stepped back, the space between them grew, her movements marked by a mix of anger, betrayal, and deep-rooted hurt. Her eyes, once filled with warmth and trust, now blazed with a tempest of emotions. The fire within her threatened to consume everything in its path, including him. Her voice, tinged with venom and sorrow, echoed through the tense air, each word laced with a ferocious determination.
"If you do not leave now... I will kill you," she declared, her voice trembling with a potent combination of anger and anguish. The weight of her threat struck Wukong with an intensity he had never experienced before. The gravity of her words pierced through his defenses, leaving him stung and vulnerable, the full impact of his actions crashing upon him.
In that pivotal moment, Mk instinctively sensed the brewing conflict. With an unwavering loyalty and a profound understanding of the situation, he positioned himself between them, a shield of support and mediation. His presence was both calming and reassuring, offering a glimmer of hope in the midst of their turmoil.
"Monkey King, don't worry. I got this," Wukong managed a weak smile, attempting to convey a sense of reassurance, even as doubt and regret gnawed at him from within. With a solemn nod, he made the difficult decision to step away, leaving her and Mk alone to face the aftermath of his mistakes. As Wukong retreated, the silence that followed was heavy with unspoken pain and unresolved emotions.
"(Y/n), why don't you just give him a chance—" Mk began, his voice filled with a genuine plea, but she swiftly interrupted him with a derisive scoff. The bitterness in her tone was palpable, a shield forged from the pain she carried.
"He has wronged me," she spat, her words laden with resentment and disappointment. "Nothing will be able to fix that." A heavy sigh escaped Mk's lips as he tried to bridge the chasm between them, understanding the depth of her anguish. With a voice tinged with empathy, he responded, "I know how it must feel..." Her gaze hardened, refusing to meet his eyes. A flicker of surprise flashed across her features at his words, momentarily caught off guard by the notion that a human could comprehend the depth of her pain.
"You do?" she challenged, her voice laced with skepticism. "I'm surprised a human being is capable of truly understanding how I feel." Mk's expression softened, his eyes filled with a mix of compassion and shared sorrow. He took a step closer, his presence radiating reassurance.
"Though I may not have experienced your exact circumstances, pain is a universal language," he said gently, each word chosen with care. She turned her gaze towards him, her eyes searching for sincerity within his words. The walls she had built, constructed with layers of hurt and mistrust, began to tremble slightly in the face of his genuine understanding. "Sometimes, it takes someone from the outside to see the wounds that others have caused," Mk continued, his voice soft but resolute. "I am not here to defend his actions, but to offer you a friendship."
A flicker of vulnerability danced across her features, a crack in her armor revealing a glimmer of the person she once was before the pain took hold. The world around them seemed to fade as they stood there, Mk's words hanging in the air, their shared humanity forming a fragile bridge between them.
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Fanfiction"He did this to me..so he would be king." Her back was faced towards him. She was vengeful and hurt allowing the memories to return to her. A man she had once knew, betraying her as if she was nothing. Her world turned red for a mere second.
