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Kaeya had been on a date with his hilichurl partner near the edges of Mondstadt in an isolated hilichurl camp holding hands and frying up some meat in the horned pot. They had talked joyful yet meaningless words about what happened in their lives when the hilichurl looked into his eyes and smiled before they pulled out a bat and started to swing.
"Mi muhe ye" they whispered.
Kaeya looked at them with fear in his eyes. His hands trembled as he gripped his sword and lightly pointed it towards the hilichurl. Large amounts of ice stabbed through their skin.
Shit,
he’d aimed too hard for just a playful warning.
As he reflected on what he had done he began to remember his life before arriving at Monstadt, the customs of Khaenri'ah marriage and swinging a bat as an act of proposing, and the double meanings of the words previously said. He ran towards the hilichurl hoping to find some way to get them somewhere else. If he could make it to the winery, maybe Dilluc could use his vision to warm his future fiance up.
If they even still had a future.
The hilichurl raised their arms to caress his face before plummeting to the ground and shattering into pieces. Kaeya sobbed uncontrollably as his lover's life flashed in front of him. He had lost two fathers, and now his partner. It had begun to be a curse, those he loved would disappear the second he was near the verge of happiness. Was he destined for this cruel fate?
As he wondered, he fell to the ground with the only bit of his strength holding the sword into the ground. He shuddered a faint cry of help hoping for any response or end to his suffering.
But no one came.