Music: Breath of Life - Florence and the Machine

Day 7

“I killed him, I killed him, Ikilledhimkilledhimkilledhim.”

Yixing can’t hear anything over the ringing in his ears, the static and the noise and the undeniable truth, can’t think, can’t feel.

He stares, breathing raggedly, hands still gripped around the end of the spear that’s shoved through Suho’s throat, pinning him to the ground, the other boy staring back, eyes dead and blank.

There’s blood seeping across the ground, staining Suho’s shirt, splattered over the spear handle.

Yixing’s hands are drenched in it.

And he can’t move, can’t let go of the handle.

Until he feels another pair of eyes on him.

Yixing meets Sehun’s gaze from where he’s lying to Suho’s side on his back, chest rising and falling rapidly.

And it’s the concern he sees there, the familiarity, that finally breaks through the shock, that finally slams Yixing straight in the stomach, and pushes him back, away from Suho, hands sliding away from the slippery spear, mind reeling.

Yixing’s stomach twists violently.

He’s too busy retching into the grass to notice Sehun scramble to his feet and move towards him.

He doesn’t notice until a warm palm is being pressed to the small of his back, Sehun saying something that Yixing still can’t hear, not over the screaming inside his head.

Yixing doesn't speak.

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