“Leave, do you hear me? Don’t step foot into Mondstadt again, don’t ever show your face to me again.” Heeseung lets go of Aohi’s collar, the fabric finally freeing her airway as she fell with a thud, choking on her own spit as the world started to fade into colour once again, air returning to her lungs.
“I will give you mercy this one time because I cannot bear to be the one to spill your blood. Only this time, because I love you so much.” Heeseung stepped back from Aohi’s weakened figure, she was so vulnerable, so easy to strike, to be over with.
But her eyes, those stupid red eyes, those who showed nothing but coldness to him once upon a time, finally looks at him with love and guilt.
He wished she gazed upon him so in another scenario, where his sword doesn’t meet her neck to bring her gaze up at him, where his lips aren’t fixed into a heartbroken scowl as Aohi gives up, ready to lose her life because he knows, she too, loves him as he loved her.
“The next time I see your face, I will spill your blood, and return your soul to Teyvat, no matter how much it breaks me.” He whispered, and a throbbing pain in his chest intensifies at the way Aohi looks at him with wide eyes, her cold indifference replaced by innocent heartbreak. “maybe then, your soul will be reborn into a person I won’t be ashamed to love.”
— EN- IMPACT, The Man With Fury in His Soul. | l. heeseung.