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i; fated
by the time you arrive
at the battlefield, the world
is a sea of fire
and he is standing in the
middle of it, alone
burning
(this is your first failure –
the dream that you ever
once had a choice between
mondstadt and your homeland, and
the thought that this would
make you accept it)
ii; retrograde
that one has been many
different people to you
before:
an enemy, a stranger, a friend
a boy, a man – yixiong,
please
don’t leave me,
too –
iii; fated
they said, about those who
hold pyro visions, that they
would eventually die in their
own flames
but they never told you
that you would be the one
to light the spark –
(it was inevitable – it was
always
going to happen – it is still
your fault)
iv; retrograde
that one
is transient, but he has never
been this person to you
before:
amorphous, something you
have locked up, something
you can never admit to him
or yourself –
a raging flame, but not in
the dark – you may not ever
see clearly when he is involved,
but a corner of your chest
will always, foolishly,
feel warm
v; fated
burn you, burn me, that
battlefield burnt
into the back of our eyelids
your dreams were always
made to scorch when you
reached for them
(fire, ferocity
rage and retribution)
and the part of you that
won’t let go
is the ashes of your own
personal hell