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They say that once cultivators ascend into immortality they become the stars in the sky with sects being constellations or galaxies. However, stars too can fall from the heavens and land on earth either by their own will or by force. And when a star does fall from heaven, they become vulnerable to death. They may not die of old age but murder, poison and such other means can extinguish that light forever.
Xue Yang doesn’t care about stars or myths. All he cares about is the here and now. Sure that stupid brat A-Qing hangs onto Xiao Xingchen like a disease and Xiao Xingchen is all too happy to be around such ‘nice’ people. He sneered. But he’d be damned if he wasn’t the one in control of them.
He played another trick on Xiao Xingchen, lying to him and saying he’d go if he picked the longer stick.
In the end though, he went anyway. After all, the thought of Xiao Xingchen being ripped off because he’s blind leave a bitter taste on his tongue. With a grin, he figured he’d get some candy for him. Maybe he can say the candy is a sour one and he’ll get a pleasant surprise in the form of a sweet candy or he can say that it’s a chili pepper!
He snickered, yeah, that would make up for the earlier trick!
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Everything falls apart the moment he’s seen by Song Lan. He panics and cuts off his tongue, repeating the motions he’s always done the past few months. He’s grinning but it’s less of a grin and more of a show of teeth because he’s afraid of losing the home he has made. He won’t admit it but he’s afraid to lose Xiao Xingchen, the only shining beacon in that dreary stupid place.
But even so, it all failed, A-Qing tells Xiao Xingchen and he’s forced to kill him. He makes a vow to kill that brat too because of course she would ruin the only home he's had.
Xiao Xingchen dies like he’s lived, his body engulfed in a bright light as he crumbled away into shining dust. It's glowing a gentle yellow, as if afraid to shine gold and blind someone. Just as thoughtful as the man himself.
“Hey, wake up!” He screams because what else can he do when he sees a golden core floating up, cracked and bright.
“Hey, this isn’t funny! Wake up!” Then a piece of the core floats and touches his chest.
“What are you doing?” Why are his eyes throbbing? His sight is blurry for a second and he blinks. Oh. I’m crying.
He can’t do anything but stare at the dust in his hands. It's all over the floor and his clothing. For once, he doesn't care to tease him because that dust is him. The core! He grabs the rest of the pieces, storing it in a pouch.
“I’ll piece you back together, so don’t get too cozy in there!” Xue Yang screams and when he lifts his head, he sees the night sky.
There, his eyes spot, a shooting star.
Xue Yang didn’t believe in myths or tales of stupid stars that go down to earth but he can’t deny it when his hands are littered with stardust and the piece that slid into his chest brings him that same warm feeling he has when around Xiao Xingchen.
On that night he howls like a wolf at the moon but the only thing in his mind is the stars and their unfairness.