Mira could feel the hum of the audience and new Honmoon reverberating all around her, 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, âRumi? Are you okay?â
When there was no response, Miraâs eyes glanced worriedly to a confused Zoey and back. The lyricist gripped Rumi too as they quickly helped her off stage, the two waving at the cheering crowd so as not to cause suspicion. The dancer guided them out of the audienceâs sight, easing her to sit before taking her leaderâs face into her hands. âRumi, can you hear me?â Taking in her vacant eyes and slack features, Miraâs voice took on an urgency, âTalk to me, Princess.â
âRumi?!â Miraâs head snapped up to see Celine running towards them. âWhat happened? Sheâs-?â
Zoeyâs voice wavered, âWe donât know. She just kind of⌠drained? And isnât responding. Shock, maybe?â
The dancer took in Celineâs eyes tracing the new paling patterns on Rumiâs arms up to her face. Her hands hovered, not quite touching the vocalist as she whispered, âRumi.â Mira felt the urge to berate their mentor, but before she could, the woman looked at her and said, âWe need to get her out of here.â
As much as she wanted to give Celine a piece of her mind, and maybe her fist too, Mira was just as anxious to get Rumi to the safety and comfort of their penthouse too, so she nodded, scooping the vocalist into her arms and swiftly standing. If Zoey or Celine were surprised, they didnât comment. The mentor began clearing the way for Mira to carry Rumi out while Zoey spoke soothingly to their leader.
âGirls!â Bobby called out from behind them. They didnât stop, but he quickly caught up. âRumi! Is she okay?â
Zoey responded, âWe need to get her home.â
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 Rumiâs 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 wasnât even 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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