1 Our Ties End Here (1/2)

”Guiren, listen to me. It's not like that. Please,” A desperate voice choked out. A woman hurried after a man, her robes fluttering frantically as she tried to stop him at the door.

”What's not like that? Hasn't it always been this way? You played me again and again. What else are you going to do, Daiyu? Don't tell me you'll cry and expect me to fall for your tricks all over again,” Guiren sneered.

Daiyu held back her tears. Since he put it that way, how could she even cry?

It wasn't her intention.

She didn't do it.

So many words just echoed blankly in her heart.

Yet in the end, nothing made it past her lips. It was a love that made her soar and yet the same love that will kill her. Daiyu reached out and grabbed onto his sleeve. With a strong lash from his arm, Guiren tossed her away from him. Daiyu sank to the ground, her legs no longer had the strength. Her heart seemed to throb greatly in pain yet she felt nothing.

Nothing.

There had always been nothing.

How empty, she thought, how silly.

What a fool she had been. Her heart flared up in anger.

”I'm your senior martial sister. You can't treat me like this.”

Yet her words were hollow and held no power at all. Daiyu found it odd she was trying so hard.

This love will never stand.

She knew that all so well yet...she couldn't bear to part with it.

”Senior sister? You?! Don't make me laugh. Why should I call such a cold-blooded person such a respected title? You're just trash!” Guiren roared, his hands pounded on the wooden table in anger.

Daiyu blinked.

What if I told you it was fake?

That person..she is still alive.

Would it change?

A single teardrop rolled out her left eye dropping to the ground. When did this all happen? How? Why was it...it didn't matter. It never did. She'll end this.

This pain.

This darkness.

This life.

”Fine, I'll give you the key.” Her voice sounded awfully broken in the end. Her body sank listlessly to the ground. What else can she say? She did everything for him. It was always, always for him. Now that the last piece had been ripped out, what was left?

Nothing.