Short lil' Zyibalt.
Rixen Zyicho X Hisakawa Cobalt
His grip was loosening as he struggled to pull her up.
"Rixen," Cobalt hissed, casting another look over her shoulder at the pitch-black abyss below. "Let go!"
"No," Zyicho snarled shortly, the single syllable passing through his lips, clipped.
"Let go," she growled, putting more force into her tone. "You don't have enough body strength to hold on for much longer!"
Releasing another huff, Zyicho didn't want to admit that she was right. In his knife-throwing, he just whipped his arm around, using his hands more for technique then anything else.
Now, the edge of the cliff was beginning to dig into Zyicho's collarbone and the skin just above it. A hiss escaped is lips, sweat trickling down his brow.
"I don't..." Cobalt cursed. "I don't want you to fall down with me, dammit...!"
Cobalt's hand slid downwards, the sweat making the surface slippery. In one last attempt to sotp her from falling, his fingers seized onto hers.
Every aching second, every agonizing beat of his heart, every moment was another fracture of hope fading away.
Why? Zyicho asked himself. Why am I attempting to save her damn life?
Memories, of Cobalt pressing a knife to his neck, of Cobalt slapping him upside the head, of Cobalt smirking at him, of Cobalt smiling.
She jerked her hand away from Zyicho's grasp.
Her name died on his tongue.
She fell.
The world came crashing down.
The abyss that swallowed her.
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