I Don't Love You
Xiǎo Dìguā was lighting the torches with father. They had settled into a routine and each lit half of the torches. He was halfway through his round. It was a nice, relaxing thing to do as night closed in around the world. He was happy to do half of the torches on his own. He wanted to show his mother that he loved her.
He had been doing it every day of his life but doing half of them on his own was something he wasn't used to. With each step that he took he heard his father's favourite phrase resound in his head; I don't love you. As a child that phrase always confused him as it was always interlinked with his mother.
He could still remember when he was very young. His father was purposefully vague and somewhat distant whenever she was mentioned. As he grew older he had begun to learn more about Xiǎo Qī. His father's friends were all too eager to tell him about her. They tried to leave that honour to his father but he learned small snippets of information from time to time.
He could still remember with pristine clarity the moment his father's words began to make sense;
Xiǎo Qī is very, very cute. She loves me more than words will be able to express. She is the greatest mother the world will ever know. You and I love her very much.
He always said that when they lit the torches side by side on their nightly rounds. It was the exact same words every night and he would finish with;
Promise me that you will never fall in love with an immortal.
Xiǎo Dìguā was five when his father first sat him down and fully explained everything. The previous phrases of 'your mother is an important person' and 'she isn't with us because her place isn't here' made sense. However, I do not love you had been a source of confusion until seven months ago.
Xiǎo Dìguā was nineteen. He had lived a happy life with his father and his father's friends as extended family. However, on that day, seven months previously, he had finally fallen in love. As time progressed he had understood more and more of I do not love you. He hoped that he wouldn't know it as intricately as his father and mother did.
As he turned a corner he found his father staring at the sky. He was always the first to finish. In his few minutes alone he would ask the sky how Xiǎo Qī was.
Xiǎo Dìguā stepped over to his father's side. "I'm finished. Let's go home now,"
He nodded and together they began their journey back. "Xiǎo Dìguā, your mother is very, very cute. She loves me more than words will be able to express. She is the greatest mother the world will ever know. You and I love her very much. Promise me that you will never fall in love with an immortal,"
Author's Note: My, my… This is number 58 of the collection. How strange to think I've come so far. I apologise to those who get alerted when I upload something new. You must be having a hard time. This story, if you don't know, is of the Seven of the Sky fandom. I do recommend the show and I hope that you don't judge it by my quality of writing because I know that my writing skills are fairly decrepit.
Since I have passed the fifty mark I'd like to celebrate this collection. My favourites are Whisper, White, Endless, 月, Nox, Ever-blooming Guilt, Dark Lord, Loyal Always, Reminiscent, Time of Our Lives and the Harvest Moon ones. That would be Naruto, Vocaloid, Air TV, 秦时明月 (Qín's Moon), Kuroshitsuji, Vampire Knight, Ouran, Lord of the Rings, Hatsune Mix! and, well, Harvest Moon.
Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed my work. I apologise if you're dissatisfied. (These are not quotes; you cannot sue me)
Part of the Revival Collection.