[ABO] The Sparrow in the Threshold

There is no sound and no light.

His sense of smell was probably numb in the stench of blood and mud, and he couldn't smell anything.

The body is not much better, and the touch is minimal.Driven by consciousness, the fingertips moved twice with great difficulty, digging into the ground like a spasm.The strangely wet sand was embedded in the gaps between the nails, and even these trivial feelings became distant and strange.

As if it was someone else's body.

If all five senses are lost, it might be better for the current situation, at least he can make another judgment, thinking that this is a nightmare.

But the pain is real, and every part of the body is in severe pain.He couldn't tell which parts had suffered serious trauma, but he could only roughly infer that he had bled a lot and had broken several bones.

The pain intensified with each breath, but because of that, he knew he wasn't dead.

The dead have no feelings.

As the man thought about it, he didn't know how long it took for his consciousness to emerge from the chaos.How the mine cave collapsed, how he and Yinque were in danger, some fragments flashed and disappeared in his mind.What is certain now is that his condition is not good, and the luck of misfortune is that he is still alive.

He tried to steady his breathing—he was buried in the mine now, and he didn't have enough weight to kill him, but he was indeed buried.

In common sense, starvation would be more problematic than death from thirst or starvation.In particular, he couldn't confirm whether it was completely enclosed by gravel.

How many years have you not experienced such a desperate situation?

The last time he was threatened with death, he and Yinque fell into a trap while fleeing.But at that time, he didn't think about anything other than taking Silver Sparrow out alive; unlike now, strange memories are like a revolving door before death, playing uncontrollably in his mind.

"...Flowers are only beautiful when they grow on the branches. When you pick them off, they will die. If they die, they will soon turn into mud."

He remembered his Omega sister saying so.

Before they need to enter the training ground, occasionally my sister will lead him for a walk in the atrium to watch the irises in bloom.

Things like flowers are so soft and fragile; they can be picked off with a light pinch of a fingernail, and they will wither all over the ground after a little wind and rain.

"...It's because it's fragile, but it's still growing vigorously, so it's charming, isn't it?"

He didn't fully understand this point of view, or he didn't know the meaning of "birth" and the beauty it displayed when he was young.It's just that he can feel the taste in his sister's words.

With some awe, and inexplicable love.

He always thought that his sister liked irises very much, but when he recalled these clips, he suddenly realized that she might love "birth" itself.

There seems to be a long river that can never be crossed between my sister and his cognition.

At that time, they were no different from children in ordinary families, except that they dressed more beautifully and ate better.

He is not the person he is now after he came out of the mother's womb.

He once stood beside his sister, but he did not know when he reached the other side of the river.That's why Omega was exchanged for benefits after being tortured, and he can still do what he wants with his own will.Just because he stood on the other side.

And after crossing that river, he no longer has any compassion for betrayal and bullying, and even takes pleasure in it... The process of change is rough and long, and even he himself can't remember that he was at a certain moment or a certain point in time. He suddenly came to the positive and negative sides of his nature, but still subtly accepted this almost transformative change.

In the irresistible torment, accepting "I am born this way" can actually maintain my desire to survive.

So Qianqiu didn't care anymore.

Probably Yinque is the same way, accepting that he should have suffered those neglects and tortures, and not blaming others or himself, only then can he survive well and firmly, and learn to fear death.

They are indeed very similar.

But why he thinks of these insignificant things on the brink of death, the man doesn't know.

His thoughts are chaotic, and from time to time he thinks of the irises he didn't pick off many years ago, and of the camellias in the garden in Carlo's villa; from time to time, he is dragged back to reality by pain, facing the darkness that swallows everything.

He was also numb to the passage of time, he didn't know how long he had lost consciousness, and he didn't know how long it would be since he regained consciousness.

All he knew was that no matter what he thought, it always returned to Silver Sparrow at the end of his thoughts.

Suddenly, in the near-empty space, the sound of gravel falling and gravel rolling came out.

-

"...Hiss... Cough, cough!" At the moment of waking up, Yinque opened his mouth and inhaled violently like a person who was about to drown in the water.

Excess air rushed down his throat and into his lungs, causing him to start coughing violently.

When he opened his eyes, he was curled up in a corner of the mine.

Several places on his body were injured by the falling ore, and his cheeks were also burning hotly, probably because he was scratched extensively when he fell down.

Pain is not a bad thing for the current situation.He was incredibly lucky - at the critical moment, Qianqiu threw him to the corner where several supporting pillars were touching, and he subconsciously protected his head in a haste.

With just a slight movement, a large amount of gravel and sand rolled down from his body, the sound of "rustling" was particularly ear-piercing in the dead landslide.

There were ruins everywhere, only where Yinque was, the support column was tilted to create a small space, which successfully sheltered him from being seriously injured by the falling rock.

In the current situation, being buried in the mine is not terrible; but the two things that Yinque fears the most are happening now-the haze of death at any time surrounds him pervasively; All I could see was darkness.

invisible.Can't see anything.

Once invisible, it seems that there are countless crises hidden around.Just like that day when he and Qianqiu fled in the dense forest and met those who wanted to assassinate him; because of the loss of his right eye, that person had the opportunity to attack him in his blind spot.

Once he couldn't see it, it was like returning to the dark room and the small dog cage, and the remaining eye would be gouged out at some point.

Anxiety and fear permeated the surrounding air, as if an invisible cold hand was holding his heart tightly, making every heartbeat arouse heavy pain.

"Qianqiu... Qianqiu?"

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but now his voice was dry and hoarse, which made him feel strange.

No echo.

Yinque stretched out his hand to search around, his movements and expressions were no different from those of a real blind person: "Where are you? Qianqiu..."

His hands were trembling, his voice was trembling, and the successive calls for inquiries did not receive any response.It was as if he had been left alone in the dark.

The only thing that can be touched is the gravel that has accumulated like a hill, and a large amount of dust and silt will scatter down with a light touch.The dust diffused into his mouth and nose, choking his lungs sorely, and he started to cough again in a short while.As soon as he started coughing, the bruised parts of his body became more painful.But Yinque didn't care about other things, coughed stubbornly, and kept groping around.

From the accumulated gravel, the hands touched the weirdly wet ground.

There was no sign of the man anywhere.

All he could hear was his own voice in panic.

"Qianqiu..."

—Don't leave him here alone.

"Qianqiu..."

——They still haven't finished talking, don't they?

"Qianqiu!..."

—he was afraid.

He couldn't find any results, but the wet sand covered his fingers, and even stuck between his fingers.Yinque knelt on the ground, raised her hand as if she had a premonition, and sniffed.

Strong bloody smell, unique smell of ore sand, musky smell.

……is blood.

The weird wetness he touched was all blood seeping into the soil and sand that was about to dry up.And he knew that this must be for thousands of years, and the special taste of Alpha pheromone mixed in it is the most powerful evidence.

A certain possibility broke into his mind instantly with a bone-piercing chill—maybe Qianqiu is already dead.

And before long, he too will die.

Either run out of air and suffocate in collapsed mines, or dry up because there is no food or water.

Omega bit her lip violently, and gnawed into the meat uncontrollably with her teeth in panic and unwillingness.The taste of blood swayed between the lips and teeth in an instant, adding a touch of sadness to the current despair.He suddenly realized that maybe he didn't need to wait for an external force to bring him death, as long as he stayed in this darkness for a little longer, he would definitely go crazy.

"Hey, Qianqiu..." Yinque trembled, her voice choked up uncontrollably, "Where are you..."

Even though he tried his best to calm himself down, the shortness of breath that was almost sobbing couldn't be stopped at all, and even his chest was trembling violently.

He stood on the edge of despair, unable to cry out again.

A clamoring voice in his heart was crazily reminding him that Yin Qianqiu was dead, and he would soon die together in this darkness.

It's like dying for love.

He finally stopped, sitting in the overwhelming darkness, curled up and hugged his knees tightly.

"…………bird……"

Suddenly, a faint and inaudible sound came out of the crushing silence.Yinque suddenly raised her head, at a loss, and didn't know which piece of darkness to look at: "... Qianqiu?"

"...Ah..." The man's voice was extremely dull, "Yinque..."

The voice seemed to be very far away, but at the same time it seemed to be very near, he could tell where Qian Qiu was roughly from the direction the sound came from.

Yinque looked in the direction of the man, and stretched out her hand, ignoring how embarrassingly she was approaching at this moment.It's just that he failed to find Qianqiu smoothly, but encountered another pile of stones instead.Qianqiu is behind here, as long as these stones are removed, he can be found.

The man seemed to be aware of his intentions, and the voice came again: "...Don't move, don't..."

Silver Sparrow stopped there.

He didn't dare to breathe, for fear that his voice would overwhelm the man's movement.

"...I'm not dead..." The man spoke slowly, "...how about you?"

-

I can't deny that Chiaki's voice pulled me back from hell.

Despair isn't enough to get me out of control, but hope can.Just hearing him say "I'm not dead", I broke down and started crying.

At this moment, I suddenly noticed.

If there is really someone in this world who is willing to love me regardless of gains and losses, and without compromise, it must be him.

[The author has something to say]: Mom is so romantic (