part eighty

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352 words

[(Anonymous)]

There are a lot of things Yixing never told Yifan before he died—some because Yixing had always assumed that Yifan already knew; others because he thought he would have the time to tell him later, when he was good and ready and brave enough to formulate the words. People may thing Yixing is an airhead with no brain to mouth filter, but he has always picked his words deliberately, from his warnings about bowtruckles to every order he screams at Jongin and Sehun during synchronized broom flying practices.

(Maybe if Yixing was in Gryffindor, he would have told Yifan a lot of different things in between quidditch games and those dumb broom rides, in between wordlessly helping Yifan with every assignment and laughing at Yifan’s attempts to serenade him in the room of requirement.

He would have told him that he sucks at tying ties and looks wonderful after winning a quidditch game. He would have told Yifan that he was a lot colder than he let on but it was okay because at least he was there. He would have told him a lot of dumb stupid things, like how he can’t handle spicy food or that he really appreciates him helping with synchronized broom flying and not just laughing in his face.

Maybe, just maybe, he would have told him that he loved him.)

But then a fucking death eater hurls a killing curse in Yifan’s direction and deprived Yixing of any chance of saying a proper farewell.

A few days after Yifan’s absence settles in Yixing’s mind, Yixing finds himself staring out into the Great Lake. The sun is setting and Yixing absentmindedly muses that tonight would be a perfect night to go flying.

But there is no one worth flying with. Not tonight or ever.

Yixing fiddles with his wand and sits down by the edge of the lake.

“I miss you,” Yixing whispers to no one, with a vague hope that wherever Yifan is, he can hear him. He stares at his wand a little longer and points it toward himself. “Maybe I’ll see you soon.”

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[(Anonymous)]

anon ;~~~; idt ill ever get enough of targic hp fanxing u__u this is so sad and lovely, what a fitting way for him to go lol ;;

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[(Anonymous)]

thank you anon ;_____; targic hp fanxing is my favorite