A/N: I wrote something very similar to this for Scaramouch (basically reader’s final moments with him.) And while listening to Here with me by D4VD. I was possessed with the creativity to write one for Zhongli! I suggest you read it with the music, but yeah, enjoy!
The sky was streaked with gold and lavender as the sun began its slow ascent, casting its warmth over the endless horizon. The ocean whispered against the shore, and gulls called faintly in the distance. For a moment, it was as though the world stood still, holding its breath.
They sat together on the damp sand, fingers intertwined. “Thank you..for bringing me here” she spoke. Her voice soft. Delicate. Almost fragile.
He turned to her, his gaze lingering on the way the morning light caught in her hair, turning the silver strands to gold. "I would take you anywhere," he murmured. "Everywhere, if I could."
She smiled, small but knowing. "I know."
The waves lapped gently at the shore, rhythmic and endless, much like the time he had come to know—stretching beyond him. Beyond her.
He swallowed hard, tightening his fingers around hers. "Does it hurt?" he asked, though he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer.
She hesitated, then shook her head. "Not anymore."
A lie. A kindness. He knew the truth, but he let her have it.
“It’s strange isn’t it? How something so final could be this beautiful..”
He nodded, though the ache in his chest made it hard to breathe. "Beautiful," he echoed, though the word felt hollow.
She tilted her head toward him, studying him the way she always did. "You'll remember this, won't you?"
"Every moment," he promised. "Every word. Every breath."
The sun crept higher, illuminating the delicate wrinkles around her eyes. He had watched kingdoms fall, stars collapse, and oceans rise, but nothing had ever prepared him for this.
"I wish I could follow you," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.
She shook her head; laughing lightly. “Not yet. Not for a long time."
The words should have brought comfort, but they didn’t.
"Promise me," she continued “Promise me you'll watch the sun rise and think of me. And when you see the stars, you'll remember how I loved them."
"I promise," he choked, though the weight of it threatened to crush him.
She smiled once more, leaning into him. He held her close, savoring the steady rhythm of her breath. They stayed like that as the sky shifted from gold to blue, the waves tracing endless patterns along the shore.
And when her breathing grew shallow, when the warmth of her hand began to fade, he did not let her go.
Not until the wind carried her name across the sea, and the sun — eternal and unyielding — rose once more.
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