Fix me, please?

Chapter 8 : Children of the devil have no place in heaven

Seokhoon held Rona's small body tightly against his broad chest. Her body was trembling and he could hear her occasional whimpers while her small hands tightly clutched his shirt as she buried her face in his chest. "I'm here now. It's okay. Nothing can hurt you. It's okay." He kept mumbling while he softly stroked her head. Every time the sound of the thunder clapping came, he could feel her flinch and her sobs get louder again. "It's okay... Rona-ya...it's okay now..." 

After staying in that position for quite some time, Rona became quiet. She was no longer sobbing or trembling. Her tense body had relaxed in his arms. Seokhoon looked down and gazed at her face. The moonlight shone on her pale, tear-stricken face. "Did you cry like this every thunderstorm? With no one beside you?" He said as he wiped the tears off her face.

 His arms were so warm. It had delivered this strange sense of comfort that she had never felt before. His soft voice that drowned out the voices in her head. His warm touch that made her feel protected. It was a first. She never knew how much she had yearned for someone to hold her like that. Maybe, she had been subconsciously waiting for him this whole time. She held onto him tightly. 'Thank you' She thought to herself while she slowly drifted off to sleep in his arms.

Sliding his arms underneath her legs, Seokhoon lifted her small body and placed her on the bed. He pulled the covers on top of her and sat down on the bed, gazing at her. The thunderstorm had ended and it was only drizzling outside now. For some reason, Seokhoon could not move his eyes away from her face. She was asleep and yet her eyebrows were furrowed into a small frown. She was still very pale. She looked afraid. She looked lonely. The girl who had always faced everyone with a bright smile and confident eyes looked so weak. Was this her reality? Was that smile he admired simply a wall she put up to protect herself? How harsh had the world been to her?

Seokhoon had always thought he had it worse. He never felt bad for anyone. Even Min Seola. He always believed everyone still had their happy moments unlike him. It was the reason he despised almost everyone. But as he watched Rona, the realization dawned on him that he wasn't alone. There were people who suffered and still managed to love life. They still smiled every day despite going through hell. The world gave them pain but they didn't hate the world. They dealt with it. They lived with it. "I'm so proud of you, Rona-ya." He said while looking at her.

He reached for her cold hands and placed them in his warm ones. "I'll stay with you now. Whenever it rains, I'll hold you. You don't need to fight alone anymore." He smiled and placed it down and stood up to leave when he felt her hold his hand back. He looked back, eyes widening in the fear that she heard everything. "Don't...go...yet" She mumbled while her eyes were still closed. It seemed like she was still semi-conscious. "Okay" He climbed on the bed beside her and rested his head on the pillow, facing her. "I'll stay." He laced his fingers with hers and closed his eyes. 

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In the middle of the night, while all the hera kids were fast asleep, the dark shadow stepped onto the ship. Removing the hood of his jacket from his coat, Logan entered his room in the basement of the ship. "Now...shall we begin?" A dark smile sat on his face.

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Rona's eyes fluttered open when she heard her alarm ringing beside her. She gasped softly when instead of the wall, she was faced with Seokhoon's handsome face. "S-seokhoon?" She got flashbacks of the previous night. It was blurry but she remembered how he had held her and comforted her. Her gaze fell on their hands that were tightly entangled with each other. A soft smile spread on her face. She didn't make any efforts to get out of that position. She looked at his calm face again. She couldn't look away. His very presence created this warm, tingly feeling inside her. She liked this feeling so much.