Mira could feel the hum of the audience and new Honmoon reverberating all around them, resonating through her body and soul. Gwi-Ma was gone.
She heard a disbelieving giggle from Zoey and for a moment, her heart felt full while they floated back down to the stage. As the skies that had lit up with their success faded back to night, she felt Rumi lean into her, weight slumping against her right side. She gripped her, eyes turning to their leader, “Rumi? Are you okay?”
When there was no response, the taller woman’s eyes glanced worriedly to a confused Zoey and back. Zoey gripped Rumi too as they quickly helped her off stage, the two waving at the cheering crowd so as not to cause suspicion. Mira guided them out of the audience’s sight, easing her to sit before taking Rumi’s face into her hands. “Rumi, can you hear me?” Taking in her vacant eyes and slack features, her voice took on an urgency, “Talk to me, Princess.”
“Rumi?!” Mira’s head snapped up to see Celine running towards them. “What happened? She’s-?”
Zoey’s voice wavered, “We don’t know. She just kind of… drained? And isn’t responding. Shock, maybe?”
Mira took in Celine’s eyes tracing the new paling patterns on Rumi’s arms up to her face. Her hands hovered, not quite touching Rumi, “Rumi.” Mira felt the urge to berate their mentor, but before she could, Celine looked at her. “We need to get her out of here.”
As much as she wanted to give the woman a piece of her mind, Mira was just as anxious to get Rumi to the safety and comfort of their penthouse too, so she nodded, scooping Rumi into her arms and swiftly standing. If Zoey or Celine were surprised, they didn’t comment. Celine began clearing the way for Mira to carry Rumi out while Zoey spoke soothingly to Rumi.
“Girls!” Bobby called out from behind them. They didn’t stop, but he quickly caught up. “Rumi! Is she okay?”
Zoey responded, “We need to get her home.”
He hurriedly nodded, immediately calling for their driver to bring their car around so that it was waiting when they exited. He rushed forward to open the back door, Zoey sliding into the back seat to help guide Rumi’s limp body in with her, Mira sliding in too. Celine got into the front passenger seat as Bobby told the driver to take them home and that he would follow shortly.
Dullness hummed in her ears. Blurriness hazed her vision. Numbness overwhelmed her entirely. She was only vaguely aware of her surroundings.
Had they actually succeeded? Was she dead? Would she ever get to see the women she loved again?
The thoughts flickered through her, but the only thing that stayed was the hum that came with the numbness.
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