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Y/N was still shaking with anger.
It burned beneath her skin, sharper than the Samadhi Fire, louder than the echoes of the shattered mountain. Her fists were clenched, her breath uneven, eyes locked on nothing at all—on every mistake, every secret, every betrayal that had piled up far too quickly.
Then a hand rested gently on her shoulder.
She stiffened.
She didn't have to look to know who it was.
Slowly, reluctantly, Y/N turned her head—and met Nezha's eyes.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Centuries of absence pressed into that silence.
She felt suddenly small. Exposed. Ashamed.
Before she could step back, before she could hide her face, Nezha pulled her into his arms.
The embrace was firm, trembling, real.
"I've dreamed of this moment," he whispered, voice breaking despite himself. "Over and over. I thought... I'd never see you again."
Her breath caught.
Against her will, her arms lifted—and wrapped around him.
"It's been a while," she murmured softly, resting her forehead against his shoulder. "Hasn't it?" ____✭
Nezha let out a shaky laugh and lifted a hand, gently running his fingers through her hair. The strands were longer now, darker red catching the light like dying embers.
"You really grew it out," he said quietly. "It suits you."
She smiled faintly through the ache in her chest. "And you're still short."
Nezha pulled back just enough to frown at her. "We meet again after centuries," he said indignantly, "and you still tease me?"
That finally made her chuckle—a small, fragile sound, but real.
For a heartbeat, it almost felt like before.
Almost.
Y/N exhaled and gently tried to pull away. "Anyway... we should really focus on this situation. We can talk later, after—"
"No."
Nezha tightened his grip.
She froze.
"What if there is no after?" he asked suddenly, desperation spilling into his voice. His golden eyes searched her face, raw and unguarded. "Please. Just—just give me time. I can convince the Jade Emperor. I will convince him. I'll bring you back where you belong." ____✦
He took her hands in his, gripping them like they were the last solid thing left in the world.
"You don't have to stay fallen," he continued, words rushing now. "You don't have to live like this. I'll fix it. I swear."
"Nezha..." she sighed, her voice heavy with something close to grief.
She squeezed his hands gently—then loosened her grip.
"He's going to say no," she said quietly. "He won't allow a traitor back into the Celestial Realm."
Nezha shook his head immediately. "You're not a traitor."
She met his gaze fully now, eyes steady despite the pain. "I am to him."
Then she swallowed.
"And stop calling me master," she added softly. "I lost that title too."
The words landed like a blade.
Nezha's breath hitched.
His grip faltered.
For the first time since he'd found her again, his composure cracked completely. His jaw tightened as he fought it—but tears welled anyway, shining like molten gold at the corners of his eyes.
"No," he whispered. "That's not—"
"I don't command anyone anymore," Y/N said gently. "I don't belong there. Not after what I became."
Nezha stared at her as if the heavens themselves had rejected him.
His hands trembled as he slowly let go.
All those centuries of anger, devotion, obsession—collapsing into one unbearable truth:
The master he loved was gone.
And the woman standing before him... was still everything to him.
