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No. No, no, no.
After so long. After centuries of silence, of obedience, of swallowing every feeling that burned inside him just to survive, she stood there again. Not a memory. Not a dream. Not a punishment disguised as hope.
She was real.
Nezha felt his chest tighten painfully as she turned away from him, as if even standing in front of him was too much. The distance between them was small, yet it felt wider than the Celestial Sea. He had waited too long for this moment to let it slip through his fingers.
Before he could think, his hand shot out.
He grabbed her wrist.
"Please," he said, his voice breaking despite all his discipline. "Y/N... just give me a chance. Just one chance to fix this."
Her warmth shocked him. She was warm. Alive. Tangible. His grip wasn't rough, but it was desperate, like he was afraid she might vanish the moment he let go.
She hesitated.
That hesitation felt worse than rejection.
"Nezha," she murmured, "please... that's enough."
Enough?
After all these years, enough was all he was given?
His heart pounded violently. His mind raced with everything he had never said, everything he had buried beneath duty and silence. Fear twisted inside him, ugly and irrational.
"Is it because of Wukong?" he demanded suddenly. "Or the Brotherhood?"
Her expression shifted, confusion flickering in her eyes. "The Brotherhood?" she repeated quietly. "I haven't heard that name in so long..." _____✦
That alone told him everything.
She didn't even know.
Nezha clenched his jaw. "What happened with them?" she asked, genuine concern in her voice, as if she still cared for the world she had left behind.
"Tch—" He turned his face away, anger flaring. "That isn't important right now, Y/N!"
But it was important. It was all important. Everything that fell apart after she disappeared. Everything he lost trying to replace her presence with loyalty.
His free hand came up and cupped her face before he could stop himself. His fingers trembled against her skin, like he was afraid she would shatter.
"You don't understand," he whispered harshly. "You left a hole in this world. In me. And I was forced to stand there and pretend nothing broke."
Her eyes widened slightly, not in fear, but in pain.
"I stayed loyal. I followed every order. I bled for the Celestial Realm," he continued. "And still... all I ever wanted was you back."
His voice dropped, raw and vulnerable. "I don't care about redemption. I don't care about forgiveness. I only care that you're here. With me."
For one fragile moment, he thought she might lean into his touch.
Then—
"Enough."
A figure stepped between them. _____✧
Sun Wukong.
Nezha stiffened instantly, his hand falling from her face as if burned. Rage surged like wildfire in his chest.
"That's enough, Nezha," Wukong said firmly, placing himself between them. "We have more important things to deal with right now. Lady Bone Demon is still out there. This isn't the time."
Nezha's eyes blazed. "You always interrupt," he snapped. "You always take what doesn't belong to you."
Wukong didn't rise to the insult. "This isn't about you or me. It's about survival."
Nezha looked past him, locking eyes with Y/N. "You said you don't belong anywhere," he said quietly. "But you belong with me."
Her silence cut deeper than any spear.
His hands curled into fists at his sides. He had waited centuries. Endured lifetimes of loneliness. And now, even with her standing right in front of him, she was still slipping away.
Nezha finally stepped back, his pride forcing his body to obey what his heart refused to accept.
But inside him, something dark and possessive stirred.
If the Celestial Realm wouldn't give her back to him... If destiny refused...
