Satan's Princess

Thirty-Seven

Yeona's POV

My breath gets hitched in my throat as I process Minji's words. After that I don't hear their conversation because my mind becomes overwhelmed with thoughts. Death? Tears from at the back of my eyes and it keeps everything in me to not cry.

I know I've talked about dying and maybe it would be for the best. But it still saddens me, I wonder how long I have. In a moment's peace I hear footsteps so I quickly whip my eyes just in case any tears decide to fall. "Yeona!" I turn around to see Minji skipping into the kitchen, "Guess what?"

"What?" I say with a smile on my face.

"Mingi is going to fix his famous dish, sour pork!" She shouts clapping her hands together. I smile at her cuteness, but he actions soon comes to a holy. "Wait, are you at the stage of eating soild foods?"

"Well I haven't made it to soild soild food but I can eat some that kinda liquid/solid food." I answer. Minji nods her head.

"Okay, I can ask his to dice it, would that help?" I shrug my shoulders, "Sorry I don't know how this works."

"It's okay." I say as Minji smiles again before running back into the living room. My smile drops as many thoughts pool into my already crowded head. I bite my lower lip, time to make some changes.

*Later That Night*

I stand on the edge of the cliff that night air blowing through my hair. Stars decorate the night sky as the full moon lights up the sky. I don't even mind the cold winter air hitting my bar arms or that I'm only wearing a black dress. "Yeona," I turn around to see Yunho standing under the moon light.

A smile tugs at my lips, "Yunho!" He opens his arms and I run into them. I got lifted off the ground and spun around. I hug Yunho's neck tightly so he doesn't run. "I missed you." I whisper into his neck as I borrow my head into his neck.

"I'm sorry." I look at Yunho with my brows furrowed.

"What do you mean?" A gunshot rips through the air. I try to turn around but Yunho holds me in place. He then raises his hand to my face. Before I speak something pierces through my back.

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I jolt up in the bed, my chest rises and falls at a fast pace. I place my hand over my fast beating heart while cold sweat drips down my face. I look around the dark room as I try to calm myself. I blink away the tears that well up in my eyes. I shake my head and get out of bed, I walk towards the closed door and enter the hallway.

I make my way towards the stairs, the only thing on my mind was to get something to drink so it doesn't feel like I'm trying to swallow sandpaper. After I step off the stairs I make my way into the living room then the kitchen. When I enter the kitchen I see Mingi sitting at the table. "Mingi?" I whisper.

Mingi looks up at me surprised, "Yeona what are you doing up? It's like 3 in the morning." My once fast beating heart has slowed down now that I've seen Mingi. I walk towards him with a smile on my face.

"Had a bad dream." I explained taking a seat next to him.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

A sigh leaves my lips, "It was like any other nightmare I've had but this time-

I stop trying to calm myself before I go back into that state like I was when I first woke up. "It was like any other nightmare, what do you mean?"

"Well my usual nightmares consisted of me telling Yunho I love him then him leaving but I haven't had a nightmare in over a week." Mingi nods his head.

"How was this one different?" I smile at Mingi, this is the first time I've actually explained my dreams in this depth. When Yeosang and Hongjoong would ask, I would always change the subject. Mingi tilts his head at me, "What?"

I shake my head, "This time I dreamed I was on a cliff and Yunho was there but instead of him leaving I died." Mingi's face shifts into an expression of shock. His jaw drops and I look away from the male. Maybe the reason I dreamed about dying was because of what I heard. "I also have a confession to make," I begin, "I heard the conversation you and Minji were having earlier today." I confess.

"Oh Yeona, did you hear all of it?" I nod my head not having the confidence to look at him. "We had no right to keep it from you, and I'm sorry we didn't tell you to your face. Minji was scared and didn't want to worry since you already have so much on your plate. And sometimes what we see isn't always right, and futures can change. So don't think too much about it, you're in charge of your future, no one else can make decisions for you." Mingi places his hand on top of mine on the table. I finally look up at him. I want to change the subject so bad that I feel like my brain is clawing at my skull.

"A-anyway, what did Minji mean by you falling?"

Mingi chuckles, "She hates the word relapsing so she uses falling."

"Relapsing? Mingi, are you okay?"

Mingi smiles, "I'm fine I promise." He assures.

"If it's okay can I ask what happened?"

Mingi nods his head, "Before I left for that year I was in a really bad spot. I lost my powers and I couldn't cast any spells. It made me mad and things just kept happening and I then fell into a really bad depressive episode. I wasn't in the best mindset. It got to a point where I didn't want to live anymore so I started harming myself. It came to my attention that in the process of harming myself I was also hurting Minji and that's what made me stop. I knew I had to get better for her and I soon got the help I needed. I'm glad I'm here living because if I wasn't I wouldn't be here helping you and Minji. And really and truly that's all I care about."

I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. I pick through my brain to find the right words. "I'm so sorry." Is all I can say.

"It's okay, like I said I'm better now." Still at a loss for words I keep silent even though I want to comfort him. "Did you hear all of mine and Minji's conversation?" I nod my head, "So you heard about what Minji said about your future?"

"Yeah, but I used to think it would be for the best. But now you've opened my eyes, and I don't want to hurt people like that. And now I think I probably need help." I chuckle.

"Well I can give you my therapist number. She's a fallen Angel and you can trust her." Mingi then clears his throat, "I need more to drink, would you like some?" A chuckle falls from my lips.

"Sure, as long as it isn't alcohol."

Mingi smiles a knowing smile at me, "It isn't, it is a thing I came up with. It helps with anxiety, stress and some other things." I nod my head.

"Then I'll take a glass." Mingi stands up and heads toward the stove.

The remainder of the night me and Mingi stay up and talk. He fills me in on the year he was gone and what he wants to continue to improve about himself. Before long I forget about everything, and I feel pure happiness as me and Mingi talk the night away.