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Nezha’s room is dimly lit, with the soft glow of a few flickering candles casting dancing shadows on the walls. Nezha, a young and fearless warrior, sits alone on the floor, his head bowed in grief. In his hands, he holds a small, delicate porcelain doll - the likeness of Rin, his closest friend and confidant.
Tears glisten in Nezha's eyes as he clutches the doll tightly, his fingers trembling. He can barely believe that Rin is gone, a victim of a tragic battle they couldn't win. He raises the doll to his lips and presses a gentle kiss on its porcelain cheek.
Nezha whispers, choking with sorrow “Rin, I'm so sorry... I couldn't protect you. You were always there for me, my guiding light in the darkest of times.”
Nezha's voice quivers as he continues to speak to the inanimate doll, his words a poignant expression of his deep grief.
Tears were welling in Nezha's eyes.
Rin was gone.
His beautiful, fearsome fighter was gone.
She was the only divine thing he believed in and she was dead now.
You were the one who made me laugh when the weight of the world pressed down on my shoulders. You were the one who believed in me, even when I doubted myself. And now... now you're gone.
Nezha clutches the doll even tighter, as if trying to hold onto the memories of Rin, unwilling to let them slip away. He leans his head back against the wall, closing his eyes as he recalls the moments they shared, the laughter and the tears.
Nezha whispers again, this time his voice sounds broken, “I wish I could turn back time, Rin. I wish I could have taken your place, spared you from the pain and suffering. But life doesn't work that way, and now I'm left with this emptiness, this void that can never be filled.”
A single tear falls from Nezha's eye and lands on the porcelain doll, glistening like a dewdrop on a fragile petal. He lowers the doll to his chest and holds it there, as if seeking solace in its fragile presence.
Nezha speaks to no one again but saying the words out loud provided him with a sense of peace.
“I promise, Rin, I'll make them pay for what they did. I'll avenge you and ensure that no one else has to suffer like this. You'll always be in my heart, my dearest friend, my dearest desire.”
Nezha's voice quivers with determination as he makes his solemn vow. In the quiet room, the candles continue to flicker, casting their soft, comforting light on the young warrior as he mourns the loss of his Rin.