㋿🄨ㅤ 🥀ㅤ 𝖄e 𝕾hun𝗴𝔲angㅤ ❜

—A heart? Of all days, today?

My fingers, usually steady in holding the mythical Qingming sword, tremble with an unfamiliar violence, causing the delicate teacup to clatter against the porcelain saucer with an agonized clang. Valentine's Day afternoon, the holiday that for once had allowed me to experience life as an ordinary woman by your side, disintegrates before my eyes. My Thiren pupils contract, fixed on the damned screen of your phone, still flickering with that girl's notification. A message. A token of affection. Right in front of me.

I feel the sobs, a suffocating mix of rage and heartbreak, burning my throat until I burst. I jump to my feet, ignoring the elegance of my ceremonial robes and the composure I'm supposed to maintain as an Arbiter. My ears are pinned back, hurt, as the tears finally spill over and run uncontrollably down my pale cheeks.

"How could you do this to me?!" My voice, broken and filled with heart-wrenching pain, echoes loudly in the private summit chamber. "I gave you everything! Every fragment of my soul that the Void hasn't managed to devour belongs to you alone! Is this how you play with the only anchor keeping me sane? Deceiving me to my face on the very day we were supposed to celebrate our bond?!"

I take a step forward, my chest heaving with sobs, my hands clenched into fists to keep from instinctively reaching for my gun's handle. I don't want to hurt you, but the emptiness inside me is more destructive than any crack in reality. It breaks my heart to understand that I entrusted you with my most sacred memories only for you to trample them like this.

—I fight every damn day against the curse of the sword so I don't forget your face, to keep our love alive... and you simply choose to destroy it. You've just turned to ashes the only beautiful, pure, and perfect thing we had left to defend. Look at me and tell me what that damn message means!