the truth is i miss him, but i'll swallow poison before i admit it. and i can hardly stand the silence between us. but that doesn't mean i'll be the first to speak.
"Ah I just... I just think I've already taken so much from you. I don't know if it would be right to ask for anything. But if... if you really want to still... be by my side then we could perhaps... try and mend this?"
โ but I wish to help you. If I am offering there nothing to take from me that I am unwilling to give you.โ
He shook his head โ but it is your call in the end. I will not bother you if that is your wish. But just know I do miss your smile and the warmth it gave.โ+
He listens to everything and then shakes his head in the end, bowing, eyes avoiding the ghost's.
"I won't take more from you, I've taken too much already, Black Water" he says, and he means it, how can he ask for even one dime from the person who's life was stolen for him?>>
"You seemed to adore your brother more than anything. I want to believe that you would have sided with me with proof."
He stepped back looking out at the sea. "I regret taking things out on you and leaving you in the gutter. but I was so angry that you called the wrong name +
Qingxuan bites the inside of his cheek, unsure really how to answer to that. He can hardly put himself in the headspace he was before it all happened. There was no going back.
"Thinking of what could've been is useless, life goes on even if you don't move with it" he says and>>
He lowered his hand as he backed off. "I see.."
"I wasn't lying when i said i hear you in the wind of my island. Your voice reminding me of the days we spent in the heavens. "
He looked down "I should have told you the truth sooner. But would you have believed me?" he frowned
He lowered his hand as he backed off. "I see.."
"I wasn't lying when i said i hear you in the wind of my island. Your voice reminding me of the days we spent in the heavens. "
He looked down "I should have told you the truth sooner. But would you have believed me?" he frowned
"Hahahahah it's- it's fine" he tries to back away from the other, heart pounding painfully against his chest, "It's okay I'm used to it! I'm doing pretty well now"
He went over and helped him up
"Careful your leg..." he frowned deeply at the injury. "why did you never get your arm or leg properly dealt with?" He stood there looking at him.
He may not admit it out loud but he had seen him as a sort of companion. "I am sorry.."
He stumbles backwards, his weaker leg failing him and making him fall onto the sand.
"Ming- B-Blackwater" he gulps, looking like he is seeing a ghost. And he is, the ghost of his former life, of someone who was never his friend.