THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT US [ xiao x oc ]

The summer you moved back to Qingce Village for some peace and quiet, it brings a young man with the most piercing eyes to your doorstep.

He kind of tries to kill you at first. (He kind of saves you, too.)

[ second person pov / xiao x oc / slow burn ]

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The sharp end of a spear is pointed at your throat.

It seems to come in slow motion. You think: ah, I am too young to just die like this. This world is truly unfair and cruel.

You've only ever known religion when you were inches from death. This might be a good time to start praying, but you already know: the gods above in Celestia, the Archons, the Adepti themselves, they don't really care about us mortal dross, so small and insignificant in this world. All you have left is a rage bubbling in your veins from all the times you've hoped for help, only for it to be taken away from you in the bitterest of ways.

Then, should you just lie down and just accept your fate? Fuck no. You're afraid, but it all burns away at the sheer force of your anger. You will never bare your throat in submission to this world's whims.

You yell at him. "What the hell is wrong with you?" The young man at least has the decency to look abashed.

"Sorry," he says, and he puts away his spear. He looks so awkward you're almost willing to forgive him, but then he continues. "I thought you were a demon."