THE QUEEN OF HEAVEN

chapter 2- 5 yrs ago at time of Anya's birth

*Five Years Ago…*

As Y/N lay in the quiet of her hospital room, the sterile scent mingling with the soft tones of her daughter’s coos filled her heart with a mix of joy and heartache. Her beautiful baby girl looked so much like Taehyung, with delicate features and an innate charm. But it was the absence of his presence that weighed heavily upon her soul.

Y/N's voice trembled as she whispered to the infant, "I wish he was here with me." Tears cascaded down her cheeks, each drop a testament to the loneliness that enveloped her. Just then, she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry; everything will be fine," Jennie's soothing voice broke through the veil of her despair. Y/N managed a small smile, grateful for the unwavering support of her friends.

"Thank you, everyone. If you all weren't here with me, I w…" Y/N's words were interrupted as Lisa placed a finger over her lips.

"Shh... Don't say things like that. We are friends, and there’s no need for sorry or thank you in friendship," Lisa said, her eyes filled with understanding.

Nodding in agreement, Y/N felt a flicker of warmth in her heart.

"Take a rest; we’re here for you," Jisoo added, before the group stepped out of the room, leaving her with the soft cries of her newborn.

Alone at last, Y/N felt her fortress of strength crumble. She finally broke down, tears flowing freely as she cradled her daughter in her arms. *I wish I could save you…* she thought, guilt clawing at her insides. *I'm such a useless protector; even with my powers, I could not save my family or Taehyung.*

As the ache of despair settled deep within her, she whispered, "But I promise you, my sweet Anya, I will protect you—even if it costs me my life." With those solemn words lingering in the air, Y/N closed her eyes, the weight of her responsibility resting heavily on her heart, and drifted off to sleep.

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When Y/N opened her eyes again, she was greeted with sunlight filtering through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow. Her friends had returned, and with them came a sense of renewed hope. They were her chosen family, ready to support her no matter how dark the road ahead may be.

Days turned into weeks as Y/N recovered, fiercely determined to rise above the circumstances. With every loving glance at her daughter, she felt a spark of her former self returning, driven by the vow she had made to protect Anya.