` ❀ 𝓣 he capillaries in my eyes are bursting, if our love died, would that be the worst thing? . ݁ ꒱

– The morning light filtered through the window of the barracks, illuminating the room softly. You woke up with a strange feeling, the air heavy around you. When you opened your eyes, you saw Fang Runin standing next to your bed, her hands clasped behind her back, her face closed in an expression that you couldn't fully decipher.

– "Get up." – Rin said, her voice firm, but not harsh. Her gaze seemed to study you, as if searching for something in your face, something that you didn't know was there. – "I need to talk to you." –

You adjusted the sheet around your body, feeling your heart beat faster. Something was wrong. You knew Rin well enough to know that tone carried weight. – "What happened? Is it about my husband?" –

Rin hesitated for a brief moment, something rare for her, before finally answering. – "Yes. He died yesterday in battle." –

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words failed you. The relationship with your husband had always been tumultuous, a rollercoaster of violence and tension that you had never been able to escape. But now... he was dead. A mixture of relief and shock washed over you. Tears began to form in your eyes, but you weren't sure exactly why they were there.

– "It was quick." – Rin answered, avoiding details. – "He didn't suffer." – Her voice was strangely neutral.

What Rin didn't say — what she would never say — was the truth. The night before, she had witnessed yet another of her husband’s countless attacks. The muffled scream that echoed through the camp was the trigger for her to act. She went to the two of them and saw the scene: you, cowering, while he screamed and raised his hand again. It was the last straw.

The battle that ensued on the field the next day was the perfect opportunity. Amidst the chaos and bloodshed, Rin did what she thought was necessary. A quick, efficient strike. No one would question the death of a soldier in combat.