MO DAO ZU SHI SNIPPET
PROMPT:. Choose three words to write a sad story. - He was alive.
PAIRING:. Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian
WORDS:. 316
RATING:. General Audiences.
He stood in front of the open window.
The moon was full and bright as snow began to fall.
It was on days like these, he found himself unable to sleep, exiled and alone with nowhere to turn.
Everything around him was lifeless and cold, but the tears in his eyes were warm and tangible.
We were two flowers rooted in separate gardens, but somehow, your roots have grown enough to reach me.
I miss you.
I miss watching your eyes flutter while you sleep. I miss listening to your heart beat while lying on your chest.
I miss seeing the stars sparkling in your eyes. I miss your smile, which warmed me like the strongest ray of sunshine.
I miss your laugh, which was capable of dissolving the most terrible storm. I miss the way your body tightly wrapped around mine, knees bent under mine, chest curled around my back.
I miss the way your scratchy lips rushed against my shoulder, nose tickling my neck.
I miss you so much, that it pains me that I can no longer reach you, not from where I am.
Who am I without this sadness? Without the desire to become one with the earth, or evaporate into the stars.
We were designed to love.
My fingers were made to curl around yours and my arms, were made to hold your body against mine.
It was supposed to be a primary function; cardinal, dominant, elemental.
I'll never find another you, the one that immortalizes me; the one who questioned distances, longings, heartbreaks and my pure sense of existence.
It was on nights like these, that a tribe of mutilated words looked for refuge in his throat.
Words he could no longer speak.
The tremors in his hands and the violent beats inside his chest reminded him every now and then, that the one he loved was gone, but he himself, was still alive.