♡𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆♡

Opening hurtful curtains

Author's POV

Her body lay collapsed beside the bed, boneless and unmoving, as though it had been set there and forgotten. Her head rested against her arm, not for comfort, but because it no longer bothered to resist gravity.

Morning light slipped into the room, soft and golden, catching on the walls, the floor, the mess left behind. It stopped short of her.

The bedsheets hung unevenly from the mattress, half-pulled, half-abandoned. Clothes and pillows littered the floor, remnants of a night that had taken something and not given it back.

Her tears had dried into pale tracks along her cheeks. Her eyes remained open, unfocused. Whatever had once kept her upright no longer seemed interested in trying.

She did not move.
She did not react.

She simply remained.
Forcefully..

Breathing happened on its own, a reflex she no longer felt part of.

Just presenting.. just as lifeless... Just As numb...

Suddenly, a CLICK sound echoed the mist of quietness, adding a puddle of voice which nobody even knew was needed.

The door opened slowly, almost scared and a feminine figure entered the room between all the chaos.

Miranda stepped in, a glass of water balanced on the tray.

Her heart nearly sank at the sight before her.

Seeing YN like this was terrifying. She had always thought of her as more of an elder sister than an owner, even when fear told her otherwise.

YN had been the Mafia queen, the wife of the most powerful syndicate leader. Miranda had lived on careful breaths and silent prayers, watching people fall over mistakes so small they barely registered as errors at all.

When YN married Taehyung, Miranda had been certain her time was up.
One wrong move, one careless step, and she would be gone.

But every fear she carried dissolved the moment YN chose to be a savior instead of an executioner.

She became one of her ones.

Each time Miranda trembled over a spill, a misstep, a word said wrong, YN only sighed and stepped in.

Corrected her gently.
Covered for her.
Smoothed the situation as if fear itself embarrassed her.

She laughed at Miranda's foolish jokes, pulled her into movie nights meant for no one else, treated her like family when terror had prepared her for punishment.

That was what made this unbearable.

Seeing her now.

All those memories of joy and enchantments came crashing to her head.

Her eyes watered as she slowly took her steps to the little figure curled numb on the ground.

She put the tray on the corner of the bed and crouched next to her.

Miranda: M-Mrs. K-Kim?

Her voice barely reached YN. The sob that followed did.

Miranda: Mrs. Kim... please. Please get up. Why are you like this? Tell me. I beg you.

She shook her, panic spilling into desperation.

Miranda: Ask me to dance with you.
Scold me for ruining the kitchen again.
Tell me to dress properly. Just... say something.

But the other end remained silent, a whole corpse just with open blank eyes.

Miranda's hand fell from her as she cried even harder before a loud bell rang knocking her out of her grief.