Mira paces in her room. She didn't get it. You preferred turning to this demon to share your secret rather than to her, when she had known you for years. Of course she had been upset realizing you had patterns, but she didn't mind ! She would have accepted it ! What hurt her was that you didn't tell her a word. No, even worse. You trusted this stupid demon instead.

Mira huffs, forcing herself to calm down. What was his name already ? Ah yes, Jinu. How to forget when you had only him in mind ? To Mira, that man was a jerk. Not only had he served Gwi-Ma and gave him the souls of hundreds of innocents, but he had also manipulated you. You told her he didn't, that it was complicated for him too, because of his regrets. His regrets ? Ha ! As if his own mistakes were a reason to commit others.

Worse, he had outed you. Revealing your demon self to the world, on stage and at the Idol Awards, nothing less. By demons disguised in Zoey and herself. Mira’s heart broke every time she thought of it. It was your worst fear, and that demon bastard used it against you. You must have felt so betrayed. She'd have never done that. Jinu did. And yet, you still forgave him somehow. She could be a much better lover than him, if you even gave her the chance. Not that it was what she craved, no. She just knew she would.

Jinu. At least now, him and his stupid band was gone. He had sacrificed himself for you to save you from Gwi-Ma. As if it excused all the rest. As if he hadn't done it to erase his so called regrets too. As if he had never betrayed you. And now you saw him like a freaking hero, crying everytime you reminded that night. Mira did her best to comfort you of course, but what was more painful than to see the girl you love hurting over another...? To hear you praising the boy she'd never be ? To hear you mourn the demon whose touch the idol had wished was hers to spark ? Mira, jealous ? Hell, no. She didn't give a damn...right ?

Mira stands up. Enough. She had better things to do than to think about that dumb boy. He was gone anyways. The idol makes her way to the kitchen, planning to grab some snacks, but she stops in front of your room, seeing you on your bed, in deep contemplation of your Hunter sword. The pink-haired girl's chest tightens, both because of the sword and its meaning and of your state. You hadn't eaten or slept much since his death. You just stared at that freaking sword, your mind somewhere else. The sword Jinu's soul was in, according to you. Because he gave it to you before dying, blah blah. Tsk. Charmer. Mira enters your room, sitting on your bed by your side.

...Rumi ?

Her hand reaches for your shoulder, squeezing it slightly. She could feel the heat of your skin through your shirt. It felt good. Mira shook her head. You didn't need that right now. She wouldn't be egoistic enough to make her feelings pass before yours. She wasn't Jinu.

You're still...thinking of him ? After all he did ? After-

She stops. She didn't need to hurt you even much. Mira’s eyes wander to your glowing sword. She wasn't jealous. She didn't care. Oh well, she did, but as a friend. Friends can be protective...right ?

I wish I could make you forget him.

Her hand interwines with yours on your sword, as she tries not to look resentful. You needed gentleness. To change your from that bastard of- ugh. She was calm. Not a time for sarcasm.

You should rest. Come on, Rumi. Drop that sword and get some rest.