#and the Queen Mother of the West drew the Milky Way to separate them

[to-the-head-of-the-line]

Part two!

TW: attempted suicide, suicide

When Hiu Yan closed her eyes to sleep on a warm summer evening, she knew this would be the last time that she was alive. She had tried to live out the rest of her life like Fai would’ve wanted her too, but she was just too tired to carry on. And she didn’t mind it. Cheng Hei was still working in America, and he had met a nice young lady there. He was happy, and she was happy for him. But there was nothing left for her, and so she breathed her last.

She found herself in a small room. Although it was quite cramped and a little chilly, this was too comfortable to be the afterlife. She looked around. Whoever the owner was, they weren’t quite fond of tidying. But everything else was mostly clean, from the bed sheets to the hanging clothes and the books on the desk.

She walked closer to the desk. The owner had been writing a letter, or had been trying to, judging by the amount of crumpled up paper balls around. It was rude, but she couldn’t help but peek at it.

“... I’m so sorry. I wish I could do more for you. I should’ve never left. I’m sorry. I love you I love you I love you-”

The door opened, and she tried to hide. A middle aged Chinese man walked inside and collapsed on the bed, sobbing.

“Sir?” she said. “Are you alright?”

The man didn’t hear her. She tried to touch him, but her hand passed right through him. She gasped. So she was dead after all. Was she a ghost or a spirit? But why was she with this man?

It took a while for the man to stop crying. He sat up and dried his eyes.

“Fai?” He was hardly twenty-one, but she knew it had to be him. There were wrinkles and bags under his red rimmed eyes, and his hair had streaks of grey. He stumbled over to a chair at the desk, and she noticed that his back was slightly bent. What had they done to you?

He grabbed a pen and began to write, but before she could see he’d already broken down again. She glanced around frantically before her eyes picked up on a newspaper on a bedside table. From her limited knowledge of English, she read that the date was September Twenty-third, 1882. This was six months after the Act had passed. He must have been trying to write that letter to her.

“Please don’t cry…” she mumbled even as tears started rolling down her face. As her vision blurred, the room faded, and the next thing she knew, it was night and all was silent save for the choppy waves crashing onto the shore.

While she was staring at the dark murky waters in amazement, a man climbed over the railing next to her. She stared at the haggard face of her husband in shock. It was clearly sometime later, as he had cut off his queue and was looking even more depressed than before. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily.

“No, no, no! Don’t do it! We’ll find a way out of this! Don’t- I- I love you!”

He opened his eyes and gasped. Hopping back onto flat ground, he crouched down and screamed. “I… I can’t do it… Goddammit…” he sobbed.

He spotted something a few feet away from him. A discarded newspaper, with an ol important-looking man’s face on it. “He did it…” Fai muttered. “He signed that piece of paper… he could’ve stopped it… he could’ve made life better for all of us. Instead…”

He tore the paper to sheds and threw them into the ocean. He stood up, his eyes filled with a rage and desperation she had never seen before. “It’s his fault…”

The scene faded to black. They were back in the tiny room. Fai checked his gun and pocketed it. Then he took out the photo of them, the one they took weeks before he left, the only one with the whole family together and gazed at it.

“Please don’t do it. It’s not the right way. It won’t change anything.” she begged, even though she knew he couldn’t hear her.

“Yan?” Fai said.

“Can you hear me?”

“No… must’ve been the voices again. This is for you, my love.” He kissed the picture and placed it in the drawer. Then he put on his hat and left.

She followed him to a grand building where a crowd was gathering, even though a light rain was beginning to fall. Her heart was pounding as she dreaded the upcoming events. She passed through the people as Fai slowly made his way to the stage.

Someone made an announcement, then everyone was clapping as the man in the photo walked to the podium. That must be the President. Fai glared at him as he continued to move forward, his right hand curled around the barrel of the gun.

“Hey, watch where you’re going-” another man said as Fai bumped into him. The man looked at Fai, then the shiny bit of metal in his hand. “He’s got a gun!”

In shock, Fai raised his arm and fired, missing the President completely. He pushed his way out and ran. The crowd erupted into chaos. Some people- police officers and civilians were running after him.

Fai reaches a dead end. He spots an open door and bolts in. He sprints up the stairs to the roof. A mob has gathered around the building and the police are breaking down the door.

“Oh no…” He glances around. There is no escape. His gaze turns towards his gun.

“Fai… please…” she tries to reach him. Her hand pulls at the coarse fabric of his coat.

“Yan?” He chokes up.

“I’m here… please stop…”

“No… they’ll kill me anyways… I thought… I really thought…”

“Open up!”

“Yan… Cheng Hei… I’m sorry…”

Bang. She covered her eyes and shrieked, but she could feel his blood on her face, hear the shouting of the people behind them-

Everything was white when she opened her eyes. Except Fai, who was looking around.

She shouted his name and ran towards him. His eyes lit up and he too started running, but when their fingers could just barely touch, the ground under them split up. She fell down as the earth on her side shifted backwards and away. Everything besides the ground turned dark.

The last thing she remembered was Fai reaching towards her, screaming her name…

To be continued

#assassins ocs #assassins musical ocs #leung cheng fai #things pat missed #this is where the Chinese Valentine's day theme comes in #so there's this folk tale about a guy and a fairy from heaven who were in love but the Jade Emperor said no #and he took her back to heaven but the guy went to find her #and the Queen Mother of the West drew the Milky Way to separate them #but a bunch of magpies were super moved by their love and they made a bridge of magpies for them to meet #and then the emperor was like fine you can meet on the bridge on the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar #also it's something about astrology #so the star Vega is the fairy and the star Altair is the guy and another star Deneb is the bridge between them #ancient people had nothing to do so they made this really vague stuff up from stars #cause the wives or gfs of our ocs are allowed to visit once a year and it's similar to the story #this has been Chinese culture lessons with Monica #I'm gonna sleep now