Death, religion and suicide is mentioned in the story below. If you are uncomfortable with any of these topics. It would be advised for you to not read this chapter. Warned.

Heaven, such a warm and beautiful placed filled with equally beautiful people with good hearts and intentions.

Would that poor child go there? Would Seunghyun go there? Would I be allowed to go there? Heaven is a place for people who haven't done anything wrong, surely that child will go there. But what about Seunghyun and I, so caught up in the moment, our stupidity won the best of us. Because of us, a defenseless child lost it's life and a mother lost her light. A child that would now be an angel.

We were still in the hospital. Seunghyun, Minhyuk and myself. Waiting, waiting.

For what, was beyond us. We weren't ready, our only excuse. We weren't ready to face the world that many of us had given up on. We had to help Taemin and Krystal deal with the situation they were in, yet how could we? Acting as if we knew what to do, knew what to say, knew what to think. But Seunghyun and I are nothing but afraid. We try to act as if everything would be okay in the end, acting as if nothing was wrong so that maybe, just maybe we would be able to finally relax. Relax, just relax so we wouldn't have to feel the pain, the hurt and the fear thaat holds us down. 

Minhyuk sat up and patted Seunghyun back whispering words I couldn't hear, than finally whispering a goodbye towards me, a goodbye with a sorry. Sorry? What does he have to be sorry for. He didn't kill the poor girl. He didn't take away a mother's pride and joy. We did. I did. Yet he was saying sorry, it angered me. But I was far too exhausted to say anything.

My eyes moved to Seunghyun, his head still hung low held up by his hands that covered his face. 

Trembling, rolling, crying.

Why? Why did this tragic situation have to come to the two of us? Everything was fine, everything seemed like it would be fine. 

I couldn't speak, couldn't yelp and I couldn't even comfort him. How could I? I couldn't even comfort myself.

So we sat in silence, muffled cries escaped our mouths. Tears streamed down our already tear stained faces. Soon not only our cries were heard, but also the sobs of a young woman.

My eyes jolted open, those cries, the cries of the poor woman. Through those eyes one could hear her pain, feel her pain. The pain of losing someone, a pain of losing her child, the pain of losing part of herself.

I was disgusted with myself, utterly and truly disgusted. 

I killed her baby, I killed her happiness. 

I basically killed her.

I got up from my seat, Seunghyun's tear filled eyes followed my movement. Making my way towards the sobbing woman on the ground. I got on my knees, my nose touching the ground. Even if it would kill me, I would get my apology across from her.

Her cries halted for a moment, a gasp escaping . When I felt a hand touch mine, a familiar hand, a hand I always found comfor in. For Seunghyun was kneeling there right beside me. His hair covered his face, but his grip on my hand tightened around my own.

Our apologies, our cries, our regret.

We wouldn't be there alone, for the young woman also kneeled to us.

Lifting both our chins, exposing the sadness etched on our faces.

And she shared to us a slight nod, signifying her forgiveness. 

She truly looked like an angel in disguise.

Before we left the hospital, she shared to us a story.

"A story of a princess and a prince, that fell in love against all odds. And gave birth to a beautiful child, gracefully named Hanuel. But the happiness was shortlived, for the prince had found a much younger princess, with breath-taking beauty. The prince left the poor princess and her daughter, alone. But this made the princess love her daughter even more. And through anything, and everything, she'd always love her beautiful daughter, Hanuel. But she was seperated from her daughter, the poor princess wept. But she found hope in a young couple. And hope is all she asked. But hope came too late for the tragic princess."

The next day, the news reported a woman of the age 31 who had commited suicide. Her body was found in her deceased daughter's room, clutching what seemed to be a photograph. The photograph contained a picture of three smiling faces.

The princess would finally be with her daughter, Hanuel.