When I woke up, I got a phone call from my parent’s neighbor only to hear tragic news from her. Mom and dad were dead, killed. I could feel everything in me disappearing.

"Woah, woah, what happened?!" Sangyeon asked when I came downstairs, sobbing and shaking.

"M-Mom...d-dad…t-they...t-they're…", I could get any air between my violent sobs.

"Here, here, come."

He opened his arms and I hurried to get inside his embrace. I cried into his chest harder than I'd ever done before. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe that my parents weren’t alive anymore. Sangyeon held me close, not letting me go. 

“Let’s sit down”, he said and brought me over to the couch, still holding me. 

I got to sit on his lap and cry into his neck. The others came to check up on me, but I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I kept on crying and crying, wishing that it wasn’t true. When I finally stopped, I got carried to my room and tucked in. 

“Try to sleep a little”, Sangyeon said. “Try to rest, okay?”

“I-I won’t be able too”, I said with a husky and dull voice. “Can you...can you please leave me alone for a moment?”

“Okay, Y/N…remember that we’re here for you, alright?”

He kissed my hand and went out before closing the door gently. It felt like darkness slowly entered the room to swallow me whole. It covered up everything I saw, making me blind in sorrow and anger.

—♤—

A while later, the door opened again. I was lying with my back towards the door so I couldn't see who came in.

"Y/N...can I be here with you?" Jacob asked quietly.

I didn't answer. I didn't have the strength to. Jacob closed the door and snuck over to the bed, climbing under the cover and laying behind me. He hugged me and held his face down into my shoulder. He wasn't saying anything which I appreciated. I wouldn't be able to focus on his words and would probably get mad. But having him here as a support made me start crying again.

"Shh, shh", he hushed quietly, gently rubbing my stomach with his hands.

His tail moved nervously under the covers, but he didn't mention it.

"I-Is it my fault, J-Jacob?" I managed to choke out.

"Absolutely not", he said quietly. "You can be certain of that. You have done nothing wrong."

"It feels like it's my fault. Maybe if I spent more time with them-"

"Don't feel like that. I know you're innocent. You’re not the culprit in any way, shape or form."

He tried to move even closer and now I could feel his heartbeat through our bodies. He was very nervous. A nervous wreck even. But he still tried to be calm and collected while trying to sooth me.

“I wish I could take your sadness away and make everything alright for you.”

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