Just one-shots and short stories from...
Mo Xian Tong Xiu novels:
*The Untamed/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/Mo Dao Zu Shi
*Heaven Official's Blessing
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Note: I am an amateur writer. I have no experience...
(Note: The meaning behind, "Castles in the Sky." Dreams, hopes, or plans that are impossible, unrealistic, or have very little chance of succeeding. That is what Xiao Zhan was feeling. And sorry it took a while to update. Their conversation wasn't something I wanted to gloss over.)
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Xiao Zhan POV
Life had become a dull and colorless place that had me questioning my own existence, my own self-worth. I didn't value YiBo's love, even going so far as throwing it back in his face. The memory made my throat tighten. I don't deserve his love.
Scoffing gently, I shook my head and pushed that painful part of my life to the far corners of my mind. That chapter of my life was over, and I needed to close it and move on. However bleak my life would be without that shining beacon of light, I know I must trudge on and hope that one day... one day YiBo would forgive me. Until then? Yeah...
Picking up my fourth shot of the night, I slammed it back and hissed as it burned all the way down. I coughed as my chest tightened painfully, and I let out a wheezing breath. One more to go. I tilted my head back, feeling the alcohol running through my body, smiling wistfully at the tingling sensation it left behind.
It was sad, but this was the only highlight of my life right now. Oh, I never got drunk, not completely, not to the point where I didn't know where I was or what I was doing. I was still very cognizant of my surroundings. Of my reputation. Well, what's left of my reputation. I shook my head and stared at the shot glasses in front of me.
Five shots. I only allowed myself five shots. No more, no less.
I glanced at my watch, noticing the time. It was getting late—not that I had anything to do tomorrow, or the rest of the month, for that matter. I just wanted to go home. Without any further thought, I grabbed the last tequila shot and downed it. As I was about to leave, a song filled the air and I paused. The lyrics drew me as well as the beat, and instead of heading towards the door, my feet took me to the dance floor.
The flashing strobe lights hit me, and my head began to spin as the last two shots kicked in. I was vaguely aware of the tightly packed dance floor, my mind only on one thing. The song. The questions the singer was crooning. The castles in the sky.
As I let my body sway back and forth to the seductive music, my head bobbing to the fast rhythm of the song, I closed my eyes and let the lyrics flow through me. My dreams all but shattered and I smiled ruefully at the words emerging from the speakers. Questions I have thought about these past two months.
Then I began to sing...
Do you ever question your life? Do you ever wonder why? Do you ever see in your dreams? All the castles in the sky
Oh, tell me why Do we build castles in the sky? Oh, tell me why Are the castles way up high? Please tell me why Do we build castles in the sky? Oh, tell me why Are the castles way up high?
