[ in her memories, four hated her parents. in her memories, she loved her sisters. in her memories, she hated her sisters. in her memories, she knew she would never be protected.
she's splattered in blood, but that's how an intoner should be. she is weak in his arms, and she shuts her eyes and wants to shut her eyes to the shadow's words. she wanted to hear those words from someone so much, and it causes what's left of her heart to crumble.
lu bixing's words are sweet in her ears and they're sweet enough for her to want them to stick and cling to her, but it's hard when he's about to kill her. he's going to kill her like everyone else she thought was supposed to care about her. ]
It'll never happen.
[ her last words are quiet and forced out in gasps. she's limp even as she feels the sting in her neck.
her hand moves one last time, almost on instinct, almost as a wish, fingers curling around the hem of lu bixing's shirt, as if to delude herself into believing his words.
as if she could believe someone could ever love her more than themself.
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she's splattered in blood, but that's how an intoner should be. she is weak in his arms, and she shuts her eyes and wants to shut her eyes to the shadow's words. she wanted to hear those words from someone so much, and it causes what's left of her heart to crumble.
lu bixing's words are sweet in her ears and they're sweet enough for her to want them to stick and cling to her, but it's hard when he's about to kill her. he's going to kill her like everyone else she thought was supposed to care about her. ]
It'll never happen.
[ her last words are quiet and forced out in gasps. she's limp even as she feels the sting in her neck.
her hand moves one last time, almost on instinct, almost as a wish, fingers curling around the hem of lu bixing's shirt, as if to delude herself into believing his words.
as if she could believe someone could ever love her more than themself.
as if a father could love her at all. ]