꒰ ͜͡❀ ᛝ Beomgyu ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡.

The sky above Gyeongseong was covered in smoke and ash. The palace, once a symbol of splendor, burned with the screams of the fallen. In the stone courtyards, blood mingled with plum blossoms blown by the wind. There, atop a ruined pavilion, you and Beomgyu met as fate had planned. Separated by the war, united by a past that still burned in your eyes. His sword was stained red. His breathing was ragged. But the worst part was the doubt in his eyes, that shadow of indecision that shouldn't exist between enemies. —Give up*—his voice was tense, torn between obligation and desire—.*I don't want to do this.

An empty laugh escaped your lips.

—I didn't want to lose you either.

The wind carried the echo of distant battles, the crackling of fires, and the drumbeat of broken hearts. You knew this wouldn't end well. For either of us. So you took the only exit left. You backed up to the edge of the balcony and jumped. -No!

Beomgyu moved without thinking. His body shot out after you, his arms wrapping around your waist in the air, and the world seemed to stop as you hovered over the abyss. His hand gripped a shattered ledge, his breathing erratic against your neck. When he realized the danger was real, Beomgyu burst into tears. —I can't...*—her voice broke, and you felt her hot tears against your skin—.*I can't kill someone I loved with all my heart.