I felt the winds you felt then (so does that count as your embrace) (Xiaoven)
Where the flower blooms, it wilts when not watered.
And where love blooms, it takes you with it when not reciprocated.
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It all started when Xiao received a call from an unknown number in the middle of the night, surrounded by the bloody petals that came from his very own heart.
"You're dead, you're dead, but why can I hear you?"
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A Xiaoven angst fic.
Completed on AO3. Updates here every week.