Darkmist

Part 10

When Y/N wakes the next morning, he is gone.

Even before she opens her eyes, she knows. She knows from the heavy feeling in her heart and the frigid space beside her in bed. And still – her stomach sinks when she opens an eye and sees nothing.

Well, not nothing. The blanket has been quietly tucked in, his clothing removed from the floor but a smooth piece of paper is placed on her desk. Seeing this, Y/N pushes her covers slowly aside to sit up. The morning air is cold, biting her skin but she largely ignores this, standing up from her bed.

The note is precise, to the point – much like Yoongi. He does not mince words, which Y/N would normally appreciate, but not now. Not when she is staring at lines on a paper and trying not to be furious.

We will see each other again.

That is all.

Y/N stares at this for a moment before the anger overtakes her and she crumples it into a ball. Breathing heavily, she stares out the window – the moves to toss it away but stops short.

Mechanically, she smooths out the paper. She stares at its lines for a second time, waiting for the hidden meaning. Surely, Yoongi would not leave without a reason. Deep down though, she knows what the reason is. Yoongi was unable to convince Y/N she was better off without him and so, he has removed himself from the picture.

Gritting her teeth, she resigns herself to this truth.

Yoongi is gone.

The sun is starting to rise, grey streaks of dawn beginning to light the sky. Y/N is surprised no one has come to wake her yet, although admittedly, she has nowhere to be. Owen has not yet re-opened the forge. It has only been a week since Gwen was found in the river.

Remembering this, Y/N closes her eyes.

Last night seems like a dream. It seems ludicrous to think only a matter of hours ago she was stolen from bed, dragged to the river and nearly killed in the same manner Gwen was. She did not die, though. She fought back, Yoongi appeared, and – Y/N stops that thought in her tracks.

He is gone now.

Opening her eyes, Y/N stalks towards her wardrobe. Yanking clothes from the drawers, she dresses hastily before heading downstairs. Emotions churn in her stomach, each one grappling for attention over the other. In a way, this is easier – Y/N can push them all aside, forcing herself not to remember.

She does not think of Alvah, nor the manner in which she was taken. She does not think about Gwen, drowned under the river. She does not even think about Yoongi, the celestial being with stars in his eyes.

When Y/N reaches the kitchen, she pauses with one hand on the door. The images threaten to overwhelm then, rising to block out the day, but Y/N has always been good at compartmentalization. Shoving these behind the door, along with her magic, she arranges her skirts and steps into the room.

Seeing Mervin brings Y/N to a stop. Both Rian and Rumilda are gone, which is an oddity in itself. Mervin sits alone, reading his ledgers, an uneaten apple beside him. Rian will likely be alone in a minute to scold him for forgetting.

"Good morning." Mervin pauses, scribbling something down in a margin. "Did you sleep well last night?"

Forcing herself to move, Y/N walks to the table. Pulling out the chair beside him, she slowly sits. "Well enough, I suppose."

Melvin's lips lift. "That is better than nothing."

"True."

He is quiet for a moment, turning the page in his ledger. Y/N stares down at the table, listening to the hum of people outside in the tavern. If feels surreal, sitting here as though nothing has changed. And yet, everything has. Gwen is dead, so is Alvah and Yoongi is – well, it does not matter what Yoongi is.

Yoongi is gone. The certainty of this sits hollowly in her chest.

"You're reviewing the books now?" Y/N glances over, attempting to distract herself. "I thought you do that in the evening."

Mervin nods, pushing glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Normally, yes. However, two of our guests departed this morning."

"Oh?" Y/N fights to keep her voice neutral. "Which ones?"

"Oh, those two wealthy ones. Alvah – well, never caught his last name – and Min Yoongi."

"I see." Y/N's lips tighten, attempting to stay silent – but unable to stop herself. "Did either one say anything before they left?"

"Well, let's see. Alvah left before dawn," says Mervin, setting down his quill. "The other stopped by and paid for them both."

Y/N's fingers freeze on the table. "He did?"

"Mhm. Said the town was lovely, but his work was calling. He said he would stay if he could, but it was imperative that he leave. Which seemed odd," Mervin remarks, arching a brow. "I barely remember him leaving his room."

"That's true," Y/N says, turning swiftly away.

She stares into the fireplace, willing herself not to think long on the matter. Yoongi needed to leave, it hardly matters if it was voluntary, or not. He is not here any longer and so, she must move on. They had a wonderful night, but it was only that – a night. He was right to insist they would not work. She is human, a witch and he is – more.

Gently, Mervin lays his hand over hers.

Y/N looks up in surprise.

His gaze is piercing, behind his spectacles. "You know..." Mervin hesitates. "We never expected you to stay here."

"W-what?" stutters Y/N, dumbfounded.

Mervin smiles sadly. "We took you in, of course – we fed you, clothed you and loved you all these years. But... we never expected you to stay."

Y/N finds herself at a loss. "You didn't?"

"Not in a bad way," he hastens, as though she might misunderstand. "We merely knew you were different; knew you were special." Mervin pauses, purposefully not saying magic. "This town stifles people like you. Rian and I wanted more for you than that."

"You both aren't stifling."

"Perhaps not," he allows, smile lilting. "If you're truly happy here, we would not kick you out. I'm merely letting you know... we understand if you can't stay."

"If I... can't."

He looks at her meaningfully. "If there's somewhere else you must be. Or – someone else you must be with."

Y/N stares back at him, dazed and wonders if Mervin also has magic. Only a mind-seeker could understand as much without her saying a word. Or – perhaps it is only a parent faced with the fate of their child.

"Thank you," Y/N whispers, feeling her vision blur. "Whatever happens – thank you."

Mervin nods, smiling gently and withdrawing his hand. Picking back up his quill, he returns to the ledgers and Y/N stares at his books. All this time, she assumed because Yoongi was gone, she had been left behind. However – perhaps she is looking at this the wrong way.

Yoongi is gone, meaning there is nothing keeping her here.

All of a sudden, his note takes on a new meaning.