How soon do we forget how we felt? Dealing with emotions that never left, running to your refuges to keep that pain buried deep.

It was bound to end. With his job as the Captain of the Knights of Favonius, and the clash of schedules that would never align, it was difficult to continue a relationship where you would rarely see the other.

Not only that, but Kaeya was an open man with charisma that caused many ladies to saunter towards him, sometimes, even when you were by his side. His flirting may have been out of mere kindness as he turned those pretty hands down, but you would always wonder if he had a wandering eye.

When the conclusion that it should really end came forth, you would point fingers when the two of you were completely the same. Sometimes, just sometimes when he wasn't around, when you were desperate for some affection, you would visit a tavern unaccompanied, take in the lust-filled compliments from other men. Of course, his brother who managed that very bar had slipped word. In a certain light, your internal habits were no different.

Break up, make up- a cycle, a total waste of time. You couldn't make up your mind, stop acting like you were blind to the love that was really there. 'Cause if the water dries up and the moon stops shining, stars fall, and the world goes blind, boy, you know you'll be savin' your love for him, for Kaeya.

It's been weeks since your last finalised break up, one of many. This one, hit deeper than the others. Heart wrenching words that both tugged at heartstrings yet bruised arteries were left in the air. An argument that was left imprinted in the most delicate parts of your brains.

It left Kaeya in a state he had never been in before. More than ever, he had been drinking the wine in his brother's tavern like it was endless, no matter the check on his tab that he had to pay the next morning.

Tonight is no different. In the dimmed glow of Diluc's bar, Kaeya sits on one of the stools. His outer accessories are placed to the side as his internal thoughts cower on him as if it would take a weight off his shoulders. With a burning ball of ice that sits in an expensive glass, the golden beverage sits, waiting for him to take another sip of what has been several. His mind clouds, intoxicated with thoughts of you and the alcohol itself.

He had a few drinks, lost his temper, and went back for more. His brain can only remember the argument from weeks ago, and he can only question it further. He knows its hard for you to realise that he's the man that you need, but he knows he can't think so selfishly when its just you that he needs. He's had dreams that you branched out, started a family tree with him. But, that's a dream too far to reach.

With his head now buried in his hands, he doesn't recognise the familiar clacks of heels that make their way beside him. Instead he ignores them. He's caught you in town once or twice, a bitter sight that leaves him longing. Not right now, not when he's drowned himself in countless drinks because of you. He wishes he was a light drinker, because this isn't enough to get you out of his head.

Gently, the stool besides him scratches, and the lady takes a seat besides him. Your sweet voice calls out for a drink, and here we go again.

Break up, make up- total waste of time. Can we please make up our minds and stop acting like we're blind?

Kaeya chuckles dryly to himself as the glass clinks before you. "You know," he starts, his voice hoarse, almost a sarcastic drawl, "when you start as friends, it's hard to say you're never going back." His head turns in his hands, fingers parting just for his eye to catch your pretty face.

"If I'm not the one, then I'm the best mistake you ever had."