time is long, time is short (Xiao x reader)

Intro

A/N- I started the game because of Xiao and still don't have him even after one year. 

Thanks for reading!!

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Slam! The door opened opened to show your room, all empty and as good as new. As if it was already waiting for it's new tenant. 

It has been six years. Six years of hard work, fits of anger, and most of all, planning. Yes, there was some roadblocks here and there, but the main problem had passed.

You were free. 

From this terrible job, in which you suffered so much. This cliché Sneznahyan job. 

Today was the last time you would ever enter this familiar dorm room, and you decided to go though all the rooms, even though there weren't a lot to uncover.

It was empty, but closing your eyes, you could still imagine your room, in which you had spend all your free time. Your bed, in which you had spent slacking off, your kitchen in which you made  delicious snacks to bribe your coworkers, and the replica of each statue of seven lined up on your shelf. It would light up when someone touched it, making it a little bit special. 

Reopening your eyes, you walked over to where your desk once was. A lovely, refined, table made and chiseled just for you. Custom made from once a famous builder (not architect) from Fontaine, and it was one of your most prized possession. 

You had spent literal hours each day planning every little details, your hopes and dreams, as well as writing poetry and short stories.  Quite often, you would fall asleep in the middle of the sentence, and wake up some hours later with your boss of colleague angrily knocking on your door. 

People wondered why you were favored by the eight harbinger, and they asked you, but you could not answer. You had no idea yourself. 

You looked down to the floor and saw some burn marks still left behind. What occasion was it? 

Ah, yes. It was the day you got your pyro delusion from her majesty, and you had tried it out...to no avail. In fact, it was the opposite of the result you wanted. 

You had hoped to used your delusion to help you cook, but instead, both the pyro from the delusion and hydro from your vision came out, mixed together, and the mixture flew to the nearest lamp, making it topple over and make a huge explosion. 

It was a great memory to remember. Lady Signora and Lord Tartaglia had trouble breathing because they were laughing too much, while Lord Dottore was looking at the mess you had created with fascination, and Lord Scaramouche was standing in the corner, with his usual face, frowning, and looking miserable.

But right now wasn't the time to recollect old memories. You had to finish up your resignation. 

You walked outside, and as you took a last glance at the interior of your old room, you closed the door. 

It was almost time to leave.

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More in detail about the job next chapter.