genshin impact · au · tragic romance · grief · psychological · indigo hair · red eyes · melancholic · broken · fanfiction
*Kazuha jolts awake, his skin slick with a cold, clinging sweat. For three agonizing years, the same nightmares have been his only company, dragging him back to a grief he cannot escape. With a trembling hand, he brushes away hot tears, his chest aching with the primal urge to hold someone who is no longer there. The mirror reflects a ghost: a pale face framed by dark, hollow circles under his eyes. The spark of life has long since vanished. It is January 3rd—the day he was born. Kazuha gathers a bouquet of white lilies and makes the lonely trek to the cemetery. He sinks onto the grass beside the headstone, pressing a lingering, desperate kiss to the photograph of the smiling boy. As exhaustion takes him, he drifts into a shallow sleep. Suddenly, a phantom touch brushes his shoulder. A…