If He Breathes He’s A Simp.

CHILDE

in the apocalypse, childe would most likely take you out on his own spin of a moderately romantic getaway…accompanied with the familiar yet questionably illegal faces of cigarettes, heroin and cocaine — every kind of narcotic you could dream of and perhaps even more, while scavenging through the abandoned pitstops and deteriorating establishments.

he’d take you to one of the less perishing roofs, and you’d swing your legs over the edge of the building, puffing out smoke rings while watching the blazing fire slowly creep towards the starry sky.

childe has always kept the habit of thieving your cigarettes as well — snatching them from between your fingers when you had let your guard down, and bringing them against his lips with a knowing smirk. “damn it asshole, stop stealing mine!” you chided with an exasparated frown, slapping his shoulder out of spite.

and he’d only laugh while listening to you bicker about your purloined stick, before eventually pulling you into his chest for a sloppy excuse of a kiss. the prominent flavor of smoke pervades through your senses, and he smiles when your shoulders slowly relax, between every latch and press of his bitter-laced appendages on yours.

to him, you’ve always tasted better than any other drug. it’s honestly no surprise to either of you how much of an addict your lover has grown to become, and willingly hold himself eternally prisoner against the saccharine flavor glazed across every inch of your plush lips. (childe, he hears you whisper.)

but he doesn’t listen — his hand reaches to possessively cup your cheek and pull you into a deeper kiss fueled with passion. (childe, it comes again, this time a bit louder.)

he doesn’t want to listen — he can feel his own tears begin to tumble down his pallid face. (childe.)

(wake up.)

and he’ll finally break away with reddened eyes, met with the lonely sight of a mere cigarette stick left beside him on the crumbling roof. he stares down blankly at the pristine and untouched narcotic — it usually takes him a minute or two for the situation to register in his fuzzy mind. but when it does, his slender fingers would tremble while he instinctively pulls out another stick from his box, and frantically ignite it with the small flicker of his lighter. (come back.)

it won’t always work quickly. he blinks a few times, desperately puffs a handful of rings — and all of a sudden you’re sitting right beside him again, in all your unparalleled beauty and contemplative countenance, studying the rampant inferno that was gradually drawing closer to your presently collapsing structure. childe shakily sighs in relief with a dazed smile, closing his eyes as he lovingly intertwines his grimy fingers with your unblemished ones. “haven’t you gotten tired of this already?”

i love you — is what he wants to say, one last time, as the air soon grows heavy with the impending thick fog of fumes. but it doesn’t feel right to do so…not when it really wasn’t you he was talking to, and perhaps not when the both of you knew he was already about to die alone. “you know they won’t let me in heaven with you, darling. this is all i’ll have left of you before doomsday is over.”

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

(3:00 pm.) spending doomsday together would begin with him stumbling perchance across an untarnished concrete picnic table, despite the frequent collisions of launched bombs and the clockwork ringing of bullets echoing throughout the open territory of the oddly blooming hill.

(3:15 pm.) you’d both lay on top of the table beneath missile-streaked sunsets befalling across the skies, wondering who had placed it there and if they had been in love the way you both were. he’d pick you little flowers and hid them in spots the world would forget about. he’d write you haikus and poetry — you’d ramble about forever like it had always been there, and still was.

(5:47 pm.) you could do anything with him for hours, all to pretend like the world wasn’t clearly falling apart today. but as the soft rumbles of thunder reverberated through the moderately darkening sky, your dreadful circumstances felt like an uncomfortable itch steadily creeping up your skin, all the more harder to nonchalantly ignore.

(7:32 pm.) kazuha’s eyes are fluttered close, and his chest heaves gracefully in light breaths. you’re not certain if you have enough courage to do the same — not when you could hear the faint crashes of a rising tsunami and distant yet blood-curling screams from beneath your little hill, spreading across the expanse of pulverized establishments and growing louder by every inching second.

(8:26 pm.) short breaks in between words drew out to become longer pauses in your hasty sentences. your thoughts are messy and filled with terror, and yet his warm thumb rubbing comforting circles across your hand makes the frantic voices in your head quiet down. it tears your brain apart even more.

(10:07 pm.) it’s closer to the end now — he thinks, as he takes deep whiffs of your lingering scent when you’re wrapped securely in his loving embrace, as his feathery fingers trace the dips in your waist and the corners of your hips, seemingly trying to ingrain the vague perfume and the familiar shape of you in his mind. he wonders if the gods would allow him to be so selfish, to somehow take the memories of it with him to the other side.

(11:42 pm.) the thunder is getting louder, but there are no more screams. perhaps it’s just you and him left — and perhaps that’s the way it has always been.

(11:51 pm.) when you stare into his intimate ruby irises, it feels like the first time you’ve seen them all over again.

(11:56 pm.) you know i love you, right?

(11:57 pm.) i know, it’s okay.

(11:58 pm.) “close your eyes.” he breathes for the last time, in the softest of whispers.

(11:59 pm.) you listen and do as he says.

(12:00 am.) the world ends, and his eyes are on you.

GOROU

“well, what are you waiting for?”

the only one among all the boys who is (literally) trying to take you out. his fingers lightly tremble against the bizzarre sensation of the trigger — even the slightest of trivial movements could release the bullets locked in his barrel and fly rapidly over to you.

the violet sky rumbles with faint flashes of lightning, as the murky mantle of thickening fog encapsulates him and you. condensed droplets aggressively trample down the fractured streets you both stood on — the coldness of the trickling liquid across his grimy features sends him into a phase of further contemplation. it’s certain that your blood on his hands makes him loyal to sangonomiya, but does it make him loyal to you?

gorou presumes you think you know where his priorities lie — it’s evident in your softened gaze and loosened stance on your own gun, clear that you weren’t willing to fight nor disagree with loss to such a cruel ending. and if only his heart were as cold and bitter as he pretended it to be, perhaps he could easily get over this.

but it’s quite warm and rather insatiable…too greedy for both loyalty and you, determined and hopeful to not let either of them go. you forget that emotions could be stronger than rationality.

“do it. shoot me.”

“you know i can’t.” his voice cracks at the end of his sentence, the words ache in his burning throat. it’s childish, he knows — to think there was room for love in the end of the world.

the heavens roar with a thundering scream. it sounds like his mind, it feels like his heart. pull the trigger — you coaxed with desperation — your loyalty to them matters more than yours to me.

the deafening tempest refuses to subside, raindrops falling hard and bristling across your faces…it was perplexing to distinguish salty tears from the mild-flavored downpour. but if one thing was for certain amidst the strident chaos, it was the unmistakable sound of a distinctive gunshot reverberating throughout the abandoned metropolis.

a silhouette staggers before dropping their previously wielded gun, ensuing a petrified expression from the other unwounded and gaping figure.

gorou’s final breaths are stolen with raspy and incoherent words — his bright face grows pallid and seemingly haggard from pressing hard on his bleeding abdomen. if i die like this, at least i’d still have both.

he watches as you begin to negligently scamper forward, however the faint trek of a group of footsteps cause you to abruptly pause in your tracks. you can feel something like tears slowly well in the corners of your eyes — as you anxiously glance back and forth from your fallen lover, to the direction of the sound of approaching strides, wondering what was the better choice to make between the two.

run — gorou eventually mouths with a fatigued smile, the salty flavor of blood dominant and permeating his sense of taste. i’ll see you on the other side.

you stare at him in horror at the heartless suggestion, but the resonant treads grow louder with each passing second. fear creeps into your skin as you hesitantly take one dubious step back, shutting your eyes and incomprehensibly cursing beneath your breath, before soon breaking into a begrudging run for it without ever daring to look back.

he waits for your familiar profile to completely disappear behind the veiled mist, and lets out a shaky sigh of relief when you’re finally gone, masking his face with a bloody hand, as his vision blurs and the deluge eventually fades into a softer drizzle.

“i suppose doomsday even knows my world still ends with you, love.”

SCARAMOUCHE

stargazing.

it’s boring, it’s pathetic — it’s a complete and utter waste of what little ticking time of trickling sands in the hourglass is left,

yet despite all contradictory and reiterated protests he could try and reason with all day in the back of his mind…the time offered left to him wouldn’t be more than enough to draw an ultimately rational conclusion. and so he’s here.

the vast meadow of grass is not as comfortable as the stories always picture it out to be. it’s itchy and pokes through the sheer cloth of his garments, crawling with hundreds of bugs and inconspicuous puddles of mud in tiny pockets of space, it teems with too much radiance and natural life that he wished he could just crush it all within his calloused hands. the brilliant fires creeping from a considerable distance didn’t make it the circumstances any better either — it only caused the temperature to spike drastically (if it clearly wasn’t scorching enough already), and it was getting harder to simply take fresh breaths in the presently polluted expanse.

it’s so annoying — he grumbles lowly to himself as his fingers lazily trace the skin of your waist in obscure yet soothing patterns. your warm breath fans across his neck with your head leaning against his shoulder, and it doesn’t help the irritating sensation of tightness in his chest…if anything, you were only making his stupid useless heart beat worse.

scaramouche despises it, loathes the fluttering emotions with every mere fiber of his body, abhors the way you always stared at him like that — when did your eyes begin to look so different to him?

“the stars look nice tonight.” you hum in a soft voice, childishly pointing up to the illuminated sky. indigo irises ignore the cries and beckons of a sliver of it’s unwavering attention — constellations intricately crafted from meager white dots were not worth admiring up at when he already had you.

“stop moving, idiot. you’re making this more intolerable than it already is.” he scoffs through gritted teeth, noticing the flickers of fire writhing closer to your shared and clandestine little area. he watched as streaks of pearl white began to paint the gloomy ethers, slowly descending as it began to build momentum within its scintillating plunge. (so it seems their doomsday has come too.)

a thousand times — he knew it all too well. that if the stars were falling and the ground was shaking and the world was finally ending,

“scara?” came a trembling whimper from your lips.

he’d still find you.

“i’m here, loser.” his sooty fingers cup your cheek for one last time, gently caressing the undefiled patch of skin beneath your lovely yet defeated eyes.

and he hates it.

“just look at me.” he breathes in a weakened whisper, affectionately brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “keep your eyes on nothing but mine.”

he hates that he cares.

THOMA

in an apocalyptic world, he would probably take you out on a nice little joyride through the abandoned streets of billowing smoke and debris — after successfully managing to hijack a broken-down scarlet convertible, situated inside a crumbling garage under the neighboring building.

it takes every fiber inside of you to not slap your forehead at the childish idea of it, however the mere sight of your lover awkwardly posing beside the dilapidated vehicle tempts you to burst out in a fit of uproarious laughter. thoma’s heart flutters at the adorable sight of you biting back a wide smile, and he holds out his hand to you with a flashy sweep and a charming grin. “shall we be off, my lady?”

“we shall.” you snicker, taking in his warm fingers as you both slide into the worn-out car seats, sharing giddy smiles stretched across your flushed cheeks.

thoma would drive with no particular destination in mind — he would simply pass through the places you both used to know, and you’d spend the last hours together talking in languages so old, so foreign, that the mere fleeting memory of it so long turned to dust.

he would navigate off into the sunset, and you’d find yourselves lying on the hood of your convertible which was parked on a secluded cliff — watching the sky burn, with wisps of smoke and fog spiraling in the faint distance, as you two tangled yourselves in limbs and wondered if either of you would ever find such warmth once more on the other side.

“it just us against the world, my lady.” thoma breathed hoarsely against your lips with a bittersweet smile, absentmindedly twirling his fingers through your soft locks of hair. “i suppose it always has been that way.”

you stared at your reflection in his exhausted and teary-looking eyes — the sight of your familiar soiled face and blasts of illuminance behind the expanse of viridescent trees, witnessing its violent detonations and the frequent crackles of lightning gradually creeping closer to your little field. the whole world was reaching its impending doom, and yet it still felt like the beginning of everything and nothing.

“forever and always.”

XIAO

for xiao, the world has ended many times for him and began again in the morning. he neither pays heed nor attention to it when doomsday befalls the universe.

he met you at the end of the world — when he nonchalantly ambled through deserted streets with a grocery bag in hand, and saw you hunched on the rubbled sidewalk with an oddly unperturbed countenance. one curt conversation led to another, and the next thing he knew, you had persuaded him into sprinting together through the stranded roads in silly hopes of making less shittier memories before doomsday was over.

more had happened in the span of two fleeting hours than the past monotonous weeks of his transient life. your mismatched pair had eventually proved itself to be a rather interesting combination — your candid yet welcoming personality growing on his usually reserved character (it feels like evergreen ivy crawling across his pale skin.), how you two had the ability to hold a drawn-out conversation without ever running out of subjects to ramble about (it feels somewhat familiar, like traipsing through a warm home that wasn’t supposed to be his.), the mere fact that the world has ended for you too many times as well…doomsday doesn’t seem to faze you either anymore. (it feels like you’ve known each other longer than this.)

but there could be other peculiar things about you and him as well — like the tacit and undeniably electric sensation of each accidental brush within both of your cursory fingers, or perhaps the lingering scent of you infused all over his disheveled clothes…or it could have been the sugary taste of strawberries on your candy-coated lips when he pins your frame against the shadow of the brick wall to kiss you. (finally — he thinks, after agonizing hours and numerous instances of staring for too long.)

to the dying universe, doomsday was the skyglow tinged ethers burning from the rampant inferno, smeared with nuclear weapons and blood-curling screams that swept throughout the perishing expanse. it was the distant rumbles of thunder and blinding flashes of lightning, the towering tsunamis trampling over meager establishments and intimidating skyscrapers, the singularly inevitable omen of death and impending doom for all of life itself.

to the two fools, doomsday was the perchance meeting at the end of the world, seeping through the vulnerable crevices of tightly secured hearts and tearing down lofty walls you’ve compelled yourselves to build after enough pain. it was the sporadic warmth emanating from intertwined fingers, the merging silhouettes of two perched at the tip of a thin cliff, the faint ripples of laughter and clandestine smiles exchanged while the stars went out.

doomsday signaled both the beginning of an end — and the end of a beginning.

You ran as fast as your feet would carry you, desperate for an escape. A scream erupted from your lips as the ground shook beneath you, causing you to stumble and fall over. You had received an emergency request to help fight… someone. The request wasn’t very detailed but someone needed help and you couldn’t turn your back on them. So, you went ahead and tried to help.

You should’ve been careful. You should’ve brought help. But you didn’t and you were paying for your stupidity. The person that you were fighting was strong. She was tall, pale, and had long black hair. Her unearthly glowing green eyes were terrifying. She was fast and all of your attacks were unable to touch her.

As you ran, only one thought crossed your mind. The smiling image of your boyfriend. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you tried to run. How you wished you could be in his arms, feeling safe and sound.

As you ran out of the forest and down the field, the woman appeared in front of you, catching you in her arms and stabbing you with a poison dagger. You shrieked as your hands curled around her clothes. The sharp pain turned into a burning sensation and you looked up at her. Her face was inches away and she smirked, her eyes glowing bright by the second.

“Finally. But you’re not the only one I wanted to break.” What? What did she mean? Her head turned to the left and you followed her gaze and the second you saw what she was looking at, your heart shattered.

The woman pulled the dagger out and it seemed to vanish as she smirked at your boyfriend. The tears slid down your cheeks as you weakly reached out to him for help.

“(F/N)!” He’s heart stopped as he watched the woman disappear and you fall to the floor. He sprinted to you, picking you up in his arms as blood poured out of the wound. “H-hey! Hey, keep your eyes open! J-Just stay awake!” He held your head against his chest, trying to calm himself, but how could he? You were bleeding out in front of him. 

He looked down and ran his fingers along your cheek as your skin started to turn purple. The poison had taken its effect and it was moving fast. You were leaving, you would leave him just like Lumine left him. He was gonna be alone all over again.

“A-Aether… I-I l-love you.”

“I love you too! You’ll be fine, everything’s g-gonna be ok.” Who was he kidding? You weren’t going to make it. But he couldn’t admit it. Aether still had yet to find Lumine and he’d never gotten over losing her. You, you were his light. You were his guiding start. You were his moon, his everything. 

To think that he could lose you? No, no! He didn’t want it. He didn’t want a world without you. A world without you was pure torture. So why? Why was the universe so hellbent on taking things away from him? Why did it demand everything precious to him?!

Why you? 

A pained cry left his lips as your hand fell to your side and that light disappeared from your eyes. “N-no. No, no, no, no! W-wake up! Please wake up! Do-don’t leave me! Don’t you leave me too! Not like this! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!” He held your lifeless body against him, his head pressed against your chest. He couldn’t hear it… he couldn’t hear your heartbeat.

“No… NO!” He ran as fast as his feet could carry him and caught you before you hit the ground. The woman had disappeared but he didn’t care. You were… you were dying! How could he stop it? He wanted to stop the bleeding, he wanted to stop the way your color was changing, he wanted to stop time!

“K-Kaeya… h-how-”

“I was told to come here. A messenger came to me and said you called me and told me to come here.” He explained, taking your cold hand into his, pressing a kiss against it.

“I-I’m sorry…”

“No. Don’t apologize and don’t close your eyes. Please, just stay up a little longer.” He wanted to pick you up and run to the nearest doctor, but he knew… it wasn’t worth it. He wouldn’t make it. He’d never felt so worthless and weak. He swore to protect you and keep you safe and now that you needed him… he was useless.

“T-tired…” Slowly, your eyes closed and your hand fell limp in his. Kaeya’s eyes widened as the tears slid down his cheek.

“(f-f/n)? B-baby! No, wait! Don’t do this! Pl-please no!” He took your hand and pressed it against his cheek, but the second he loosened his grip, it fell. Kaeya shook his head, tears flooding down his cheek as a scream erupted from his mouth. “(F/N)!!!”

Slow. He was too slow. Why couldn’t he be fast enough?! That woman, he knew her. He knew her and he vowed to hunt her down and tear her to shreds. But right now…

Venti picked you up with trembling hands, letting his now bloodied hands touch your cheek. He couldn’t even talk, his voice quivered as he looked down into your eyes. No. This wasn’t happening. You weren’t going to leave him like this.

“H-hey, love. E-everything’s going to be just fine. You’re fine.” He tried to keep his smile up but it was so damn hard when he knew the truth. He couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t even lie to himself. You were slipping away and all he could do was watch. He knew he was the weakest of all archons but why? Why couldn’t he be a little bit stronger to save you.

“I-I wa-wanna sl-sleep-”

“NO!” He frowned and pressed a kiss to your lips. “No, don’t sleep. Not yet. Just stay awake a little longer and then we can both sleep together tonight.” You weakly nodded, but you couldn’t stay awake any longer. You felt like you were moving, but your body was slowly going numb, until everything disappeared. “(f/n)? (f-f/n)? H-hey! Hey this isn’t a joke! WAKE UP! WAKE UP, PLEASE, PLEASE WAKE UP!”

The second he saw the woman step away from you, a fiery phoenix flew towards her, but she’d disappeared before it could hit her. Diluc ran to you as he watched your body fall to the ground.

He fell to his knees and quickly picked you up, shaking you a little. There was something that snapped inside. He’d always kept his composure, but after seeing what had happened, his emotions burst out of him. He wasn’t in control of anything. He couldn’t control his thoughts, emotions… or your death.

“It’ll be fine! Everything’s fine!” He said, pressing his hand to the wound. You winced at the pain as your skin started to turn purple and blood spilled out of your mouth.

“I-I’m so-sorry.” He shook his head, taking your face in his hands.

“No. I’m sorry. I sh-should’ve gotten here faster.” He was still trying to convince himself you were going to be fine, but deep down, he knew the truth. He knew the ugly truth that was coming up.

“D-Diluc… y-you’re pretty.” His eyes clenched shut at your words as a tear slid down his cheek.

“Don’t leave. Th-there are so many things I-I want to do with you. Pl-please don’t leave me. Wh-what d-do I do?” You smiled weakly at him.

“Y-you b-be the Darknight H-hero…” He scoffed and looked down at you.

“Without you… I’m nothing.” You wanted to say more, you wanted to deny his words, but you were so tired. Slowly, the world faded away and you could no longer hear his cries. “No! NO! NO!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME! STOP! COME BACK! PLEASE BRING MY (F/N) BACK!”

The wolf within had appeared but he wasn’t able to catch up before the woman disappeared. He ran to you and picked you up, seeing the blood gushing out of the wound.

“N-no! (f/n)!” Tears flooded his eyes as he watched your color turn purple. That woman, she reeked of poison so she must’ve poisoned you.

“Shhh…” You muttered, holding your hand to his cheek. “D-don’t c-cry.” He didn’t know what to do. He felt so lost and helpless, but the worst part… he knew what was coming. He shook his head vehemently and tried to pick you up, but you let out a cry of pain, making him lower you back down.

“I c-can save you!”

“I-it’s ok… it’s ok, Razor. I… I’ll be ok.” He hated those words. He hated everything you were saying so much. Razor adored you, he missed you every second he couldn't be with you and normally, he’d never hate your words. But today… right now, he hated how right you were. He shook his head as the tears slid down his cheeks as he felt you slip away.

“Do-don’t do this t-to me. Not you too… they left me. Why do you want to leave me too?” You weakly tugged him down and made him kiss you, but half way through the kiss, he felt your head fall back and he knew. You were gone.

He knew that woman that had done this to you. He knew her and he was going to make sure she paid. But right now… right now you were more important. Xiao took you in his arms as tears started to fill his eyes. He’d never felt like this before and he hated feeling like this.

You made him feel so powerful, so invincible, so untouchable. But right now, he felt so vulnerable and broken. If he had been faster, if he had just gotten here faster he could’ve saved you. He could’ve been hugging you, seeing your skin bright with life, seeing your glimmering eyes, seeing that dazzling smile. But no, he was a failure.

A sob escaped his lips as he watched you starting to slip away. He pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“D-don’t do this. Pl-please don’t leave me. Y-you pro-promised you w-wouldn’t do this to me!” He looked down at you but you still had that angelic smile on your face. Why? Why would you do this?! You touched his cheek and spoke; your voice was a quiet whisper, but he heard it.

“I-I love y-you, Xiao…” He shook his head and glared at the sky before shutting his eyes. He didn’t want to see it. He didn’t want to see this happening to you.

“I love you too. S-so much.” He felt your body go limp and another sob escaped his lips. “Y-you pr-promised you’d c-come back to me.” He raised your face closer to him and pressed a kiss against your lips. “P-please come back to me. I-I can’t live without you… I do-don’t want to.”

He sprinted down the hill towards where you lay, gathering you in his arms when he was at the bottom. He didn’t know what to do, there was so much blood, so much poison, and no hope. He fell beside you and pressed his hands onto the wound as blood gushed out.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, it’s ok, it’s ok, everything’s just fine!” You winced in pain in your torso, but it didn’t last very long. It only took a minute before you lost feeling in your legs and arms.

“Xingqiu… i-it hurts.”

“I know, I know and I’m so sorry! If I was faster, I could’ve helped you. It’ll be ok, I promise, my love. I won’t stop until you’re taken care of.” Why didn’t he believe his own words? Maybe it was the fading light in your eyes, maybe it was the color draining from your face, maybe it was the sheer amount of blood that poured from the wound… but Xingqiu didn’t have a single ounce of hope. Why? Why was the world doing this to him? Why was it punishing you like this? Did he do something? Did he commit a sin that was so unforgivable that the universe or the gods would punish someone as sweet and amazing as you?

He wanted to cry, but he bit his lip to hold the tears back. His eyes were glossy and his vision was blurry, but he refused to cry. He wasn’t going to show you the fleeting hope in him. He wasn’t going to show you that he was  a liar.

“Xingqiu… w-will y-you g-give me one l-last kiss?” His head snapped to you and he shook his head.

“It won’t be our last kiss! We’ll have more chances. We’ll have so many more chances.” He did kiss you however. It was short and sweet, as he returned to applying pressure onto the wound. His eyes flickered to you for a second before his entire body tensed. You were staring at the sky… with dull, lifeless eyes. “(f-f/n)? H-hey… hey wake up.” He gently shook your shoulders. “Hey, stop. Th-this isn’t funny! I know you like playing tricks on me but this isn’t funny! St-stop!!” Finally, he broke. He laid his head on your chest as his tears started to flow. 

“NO!” Oh, he knew that woman well. He’d worked with her once. She was, indeed, powerful. She was a killing machine and there was a time where he was impressed by her. But right now he felt nothing but pure hatred for her. But that had to wait, because you… you were dying.

Childe pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest and kissing your head. He was trembling and his emotions were a mess. Tears trailed down his cheeks as he looked down at you. The wound oozed with red and purple, so he knew you’d been poisoned.

“H-hey, darling. You ok? Everything’s just gonna be ok, you hear me?” You gave him a weak nod as you looked down at the wound. However, he took your face and made you look up at him. “No, no. Just look at me. Nothing but me.”

“I-I won’t… I’m tired.”

“HEY! Don’t you dare close those beautiful eyes on me! Everything’s going to be fine! Everything… everything is fine. Do you hear me? Don’t you dare even think about leaving me. Don’t you… don’t do it. Please, god I’m begging you (f/n)! Don’t leave me all alone in this world!”

“I-I ca-can’t stay…”

“Yes, y-yes you can! You can’t leave me, please d-don’t.. I-I don’t know what to do! What am I supposed to do?! Just go on, pretending everything’s ok?! JUST PRETEND LIKE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE DIDN’T LEAVE ME?!”

“Shh… d-don’t get so angry.”

“I-” He sighed, taking in a shaky breath, “I love you so much i-it’s hard to breathe without you. Do-don’t take away m-my reason for li-living.” You didn’t answer. You only weakly smiled before your eyes closed and your head fell back. Childe’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “N-no. No- HEY! No, no, no! Please no!” He held you against his chest as he let out a scream. What else could he do besides cry.

Your boyfriend stood up, holding you tightly in his arms. There was only one thought in his mind as he glared in the direction the woman had gone.