Tears streaming down Mizi's cheek as she let out an earth-shattering wail, cradling Till closer to her own trembling form. She was so near, only inches apart from his outstretched hand. It only took a second and he's gone. Rebels surround the stage, the entire stadium was in utter chaos, and yet all of the noise are drowned out as she remained kneeling and clutching Till in her arms-mind elsewhere. Memories of black hair, dead purple eyes, and blood-oh so much blood-flashed inside her mind, torturing her entire being. She saw a flash of smile, Sua, Sua, Sua.
Why? Why isn't she faster? Then Till would still be alive, he would've survived.
Holding Till's unresponsive head was excruciating, unstoppable tears from her eyes damping Till's hair and face, Mizi's entire crumbling form was stricken with immeasurable grief. Till is gone, just like Ivan, her bestfriend-no, brother. They're gone, like her beloved Sua. Her God, her universe. Haunted by the memories of their last moments, Mizi sobbed and prayed. She prayed for God to be real, she prayed for him to answer her prayers, she begged the God to give them back to her.
At least she still have Hyuna, and the rebels. Hyuna who saved her, Hyuna who freed her from this hell stage, Hyuna who taught her how to live, Hyuna who pulled her from the darkness of her pain from losing her universe. Hyuna who became her older sister in anything but blood.
Mizi's head snapped up when she heard a gunshot, and what she witnessed shattered her beyond repair. The world gave out beneath Mizi's knees as Hyuna's body slumped while shielding the prince of the stage. Blood was dripping, Hyuna was speaking, she was talking to Luka. Why is she talking to him? Mizi heard every word, every sentence that came out of Hyuna's wavering breath, the gasps of Luka weren't fairing far either. And that is when Mizi realized, all of them were victims here.
And then Hyuna's form went still.
Ba-bump.
Ba-bump.
Ba-bump.
Mizi can hear her own racing heartbeat in her ear, she curled into a ball, hugging Till's head impossibly tighter. Ragged pants coming out of her mouth, tears streaming down nonstop, and eyes losing its shine once again. The string of sanity snapped. If belief in God is human, then spare her, because right now she doesn't feel human.
"I heard that God is merciful to us humans." Lies.
If God is real, if God has mercy, then why? Why am I suffering?
Mizi can feel it inside of her, the brewing anger-rage and hatred running rampant in her system.