— The Last Dance
You were only a dancer, longing to soar, dreaming of wings to lift you beyond the dark, painful, and cruel world. But when your wish came true, it came not through freedom, but through the inevitable itself. The wings you earned were woven from loss, granted in the quiet hush of death. And in that moment, Diluc's quiet yearning was no longer hope—it became mourning.
Diluc x Reader
Angst, Yearning Diluc, Death, Grieving, Missing you, REGRETS!
Back then, your eyes were full of life. Your smile reached your eyes— there wasn't a hint of sadness into your character. You loved dancing the most hence why you're always the dance instructor for occurrences like prom dances and physical education dances. For every dance that required a partner, you always chose Diluc, not that he ever minded.
Grace followed every step and every move you take. Diluc eventually learnt to love to dance. Especially watching you dance. He wasn't into those types of activities but he isn't the type to not participate just because it's not his interests.
Your hands gently fixes his positioning, there wasn't a day where he doesn't make a mistake but it's alright— you were patient and he loved the way your hands touch him. He had learned a lot, not just practical actions but valuable lessons that comes from dancing: patience, communication, mental well-being, and love.
He had fallen in love with you.
Not only you had taught him dance steps, you had taught him to love genuinely. From your sophisticated lessons he had find you more lovely. As the vinyl record had started to play— his body starts to stiffen. Admiring your hips that swayed along the rhythm for it had killed him to touch. The two of you would shared eye contact—almost intimate. You held his gaze without a hint of shyness, while he's flustered, sweating, and his ears turning noticeably red. Both of your hands are intertwined, not having a care for the surrounding as the two of you focuses on each other. Diluc's heartbeat rapidly beats. At those times, you're the only one that mattered.
It killed him so much, he dared not to confess even though he badly wants you in his arms. Graduating high school, he still had chose to close his mouth and the both of you bid farewell— thus yearning for your touch throughout his college life.
Even so, from time to time you had reached out to him but it wasn't long conversations, to him, he had savored them. He was already happy with those tiny moments of reaching out to each other. Maybe— just maybe.. He'll eventually will tell you his feelings. He gave it a thought for days within the month you guys had started reaching out again. A small smile on his face, his eyes filled with hope, and his heart that desired you. Even with all hopes he had regretted of not reaching out to you sooner.
Because he had seen you with another guy. It wasn't a simple guy friend— but an intimate one — all so sweet, so pure, a relationship you deserved, he thought. Realizations hit him like a truck, for days he had mustering up the courage to tell you his feelings, for days he's giving efforts to make your conversations any longer, he started hating himself more and more. In his mind, he convinced himself he had accepted your relationship, but his heart? Not a single acceptance. There he decided to drift away and hoped you for the best of your life.
Entering work life, he worked himself to death. As years passed the concept of moving on didn't catch up to him. Countless of times his friends had tried to introduce someone to him but he pushed them away for he wouldn't want to hurt them and he's not ready for a relationship. At this point, work is his wife. His schedule is packed but all of them are work, sometimes friendly outings.
"How much more time will you continue to hurt yourself, Diluc?" His blue-headed friend, Eula, showed concern for him. He doesn't drink alcohol, instead, his always go-to drink was grape juice. He spun the mug, swirling the grape juice, just staring at it dazedly. No reactions, no answers, just a shrug.
"I heard that she gave birth but isn't married." A friend said on the other side of the table shared. His eyes were tired, heart can't continue, and pale. The yearning was draining him. He learned about how you live now, he wanted to kill your boyfriend who ruined your life. He had told himself— if he was your boyfriend, he was sure that you'll never feel that way. You'll never lose that spark on your eyes. You'll never lose that smile on your face, and the fire within you will never be extinguished.
The day after that night, he just stared at the ceiling, sitting on his chair.
Your face was all he could see, your bright smile that lingered on his mind. He never saw you again. Should he call you? Maybe it's not too late to turn your life back again. Maybe it's not too late ..
Just maybe...
Opening his phone, he planned to call you— reach out to you.
But a message popped up, from a friend.
'Diluc, have you seen the news about y/n?' it showed, he instantly opened the message as his curiosity was mixed with concerned. The way the text was delivered didn't felt good.
And there— a devastating news followed.
You were killed in an alley way.
His eyes widen, staring at it too intensely. Face turned white, unable to move. His breath starts shaking, heart starts to tighten. He couldn't see more of it, he didn't want to.
Tears slipped on his cheeks. It felt unreal, it hurts. Guilt creeped up his neck, filled with regrets too. He should've reached out.
His dreams and promises had suddenly melt away— vanishing into thin air — as it turns out, in his dreams can he only dance with you ever again. Death— such a small word for such a big thing.
In a world of everyone's first time living, you made his life bearable in a matter where it's his first time living. But it's your first time living too— how come that a soul like yours that healed his suffered more? Your soul that healed him, taught him, especially to love genuinely.
He made a lot of regrets, and most of them are about you. He planned a lot of moves to enter your life yet never succeeded. If he at least tried, could he had changed your life?
Years he had yearned for you and desired for you. That yearning within him would turn into mourning. And for the years he had known you, he'll grieve for you more than how long he had seen you.
The last dance he wished to have with you, would end up being a dream he won't be able to reach.
--------
a/n: hello guys! another one for you all <3 as you can see, it's angst! XD.
anyways, this is inspired by the song "Ang Huling El Bimbo" by Eraserheads.
If ever it feels too ooc, please pardon me because I'm having mixed feelings about writing characters x readers lately. (I badly wanna start writing OC x Readers or Oc x Oc becauseeee im losing my sparks through writing characters as im feeling unsure whether im making them too ooc) but idk if it'll be a hit or miss. and that my content might be a little too repetitive? Yk. Writing is hard especially english isnt my first language and im dominantly speaking my first language. My stories r vague about the characters but it do hint their character— im always afraid of making it cringe, repetitive, and out of character. But I just want to write as I hear songs like Ang Huling El Bimbo, and also my previous story: Time is Tearing Us Apart & If Only is inspired as well of Eroplanong Papel by December Avenue. With these I'm sure you guys know where im from now ^0^ !!