Miyoung's P.O.V
Minhyuk woke with a loud gasp. His breath was rigid and he kept drinking the air desperately. I stroked his hair while his head was still resting on my lap. I could finally breathe normally knowing that he was awake. Wonho wiped my face free of tears.
"Thank goodness you're alive," I told Minhyuk. He carefully sat up so I could hug him.
"How am I not dead?" Minhyuk questioned.
"That curse was meant for a shadow person," Wonho explained. "Not a human." Wonho was back on his feet to help us up as well.
Minhyuk was hesitant to take his hand, but did so anyway. "You don't seem as ghostly as I thought you would be," Minhyuk admitted.
"My death was reversed." Wonho's fingers laced between mine. "I'm human again."
Minhyuk brought a smile to the surface of his face. "I'm glad you both can be together, happily."
My heart tightened with guilt and pain for him. "I'm sorry it ended like this, Minhyuk," I apologized in a quiet tone. "I really wish you the best."
"Don't worry about me," Minhyuk brushed my comment off. "I just want you to be happy. That's all it'll take for me to feel the same."
"And I should also thank you for taking that curse for me," Wonho brought up. "Even if it would've done just the same to me as a human, it still means a lot that you were willing to take on something deadly without evening know the full meaning just for Miyoung's happiness."
We all traveled back to the house, that including Wonho. However, before we started, I picked up the leather-bound shadow person book and carried it back with us.
My father's car was in the driveway indicating that he had returned from work. He must already know everything because of my mother running away from the situation. She's probably told him all that happened. Maybe there's a spark of hope in convincing my father to save Wonho. With this determination, I marched up to the front door and entered the house.
My father wandered into the front hall with concern on his face. "Where's your mother?" he questioned.
I stood there with a blank expression. "What do you mean?"
"I can't find her and she won't pick up her phone. Also, sweetie, are you okay?" His gaze grew even more worried at the sight of my wounds.
"I'm fine, dad. Mom will have to show up sometime soon, right?" I felt a sort of relief knowing that she wasn't around to hurt Wonho, but also scared about where she had gone. The feeling of worry continued to grow with a horrible feeling that she won't be coming back.
"I sure hope so." He let out a sigh. "Minhyuk? You're here too? And who is this other guy?"
I glanced behind me at the two guys. "Dad, I want you to meet Wonho. He's new in town and we decided to take him under our wing."
"It looks like all of you have been thrown under a lawn mower," my father tried to joke, but the atmosphere was so thick with confusion and worry it was hard to take. "You all should go get cleaned up."
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Minhyuk offered Wonho a place at his house to stay. Wonho immediately fit himself into society to try to live a normal life and joined my group of friends, but nothing could really escape him; all the years of being trapped in the silo.
Breaking the news to my dad about me and Minhyuk no longer being together was hard. I explained how we're still close, but it wasn't meant to be. After some time, I was finally able to introduce Wonho to him as my boyfriend.
Every day we held the hope of my mother returning home, but she never did. It was like after running away, she just disappeared without a trace. Even when we reported her as missing to the police department, their searches failed to find her.
It was hard to cry from the loss because it would just slowly pile onto you little by little, making you able to deal with each piece. So, I guess I never really felt an immense pain in her disappearance because of the small hope that maybe I'll see her again someday. I just don't know when it's been too long.
Until then, I'll be waiting with the flame she warned me about so long ago. The broken glass that I wasn't supposed to touch.
But I tamed the fire, and fixed the glass. It's no longer a danger anymore. Just something beautiful.
