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It's hard.
It's hard watching your idol member, your friend, soulmate, get buried in the ground.
It's hard. Soul crushing. The kind of hurt where you just want to throw yourself to the ground and scream. Scream to the heavens above, 'How could you let this happen?!'
But she can't. She's holding on to something important. Someone very important.
The sound of soft crying broke her from her thoughts. She looked down at the bundle of joy in her arms, eyes already wet with unshead tears.
Rumi.
That's what she named her before she passed. It's a beautiful name for a beautiful child. Mi-Yeong named her before Rumi was even born.
"She'll be beautiful. My baby Rumi." She would say, rubbing her belly when given the chance.
Celine had a lot to say about her becoming pregnant, pregnant with a demons baby no less, but she kept her mouth shut. It's not her place to say anything.
Mi-Yeong was right, Rumi is a beautiful baby. A beautiful baby girl with tuffts of purple hair on her head, and dark brown eyes resembling her mothers.
Celine broke free from her thoughts, already on auto pilot to figure out what Rumi needed at that moment. "It's okay Rumi, Celine is here." She said, walking to the kitchen to start mixing up a bottle.
Celine didn't think she would be a mother aunt at only 25, and if you told her this she should laugh at you. But here she is. Aunt to Rumi, at the age of 25.
She promised Mi-Yeong that she will take care of Rumi, that she won't let anything happen to her. It's easier said than done when Rumi could possibly be half demon, the very thing she's supposed to kill in cold-blood.
Rumi started to whine. Celine shook her head again and continued to make the bottle, gently boucing Rumi in her other arm. "I'm sorry. I was thinking about her again." She mumbled.
She finished making the bottle, just a few scoops, Rumi is only a month old. Sitting back in the rocking chair she began to feed her the bottle.
It's been a month since the passing, and a month since Celine has been taking care of Rumi all by herself. She looked at the infant, the defenseless infant entrusted to her by her crush friend.
"Rumi…I may not be your mother, I don't think i'm fit to be your mother, but i'll try my best for you. For you and Mi-Yeong." Celine raised Rumi up slightly, just so she could press a kiss to her forehead.
Celine didn't know to take care of a baby, but she'll do it because she has too. She'll do all she can to take care and raise Rumi.