Grief at times forces people to do things they would never imagine doing.
It changes the purest of souls in a blink of an eye to becoming the most unforgiving ones.
It can build tall, strong walls around the purest of heart and cast black blinds over eyes that had seen and endured a lot.
Forbidding them from ever seeing the light that will lead them out of the dark pit of grieving.
Zhimie's hold around the blade loosened and fell limp at her sides.
The silence that followed was the most revealing and precious moment yet.
A freeing one.
Zhimie's eyes softened and teared as Xueyao's warm and trembling hands tightened around her neck, refusing to let her go or step away from this great liberation.
The girl rested on the grieving immortal's shoulders. Her eyes twinkled with tears and this inner pain as they embraced each other.
''I'm sorry.''
Xueyao said.
