LOVE ME AGAIN || KTH ✔️

Chapter 11

[Y/n's pov]:

"You are wrong", I was interrupted by my mother again.

"Jimin, loves Ara. He takes her as his own daughter", Mother said and my eyes widened in shock.

"What are you saying?", I asked, stunned.

"Y/n, you need to understand that Ara is still just a child who needs both parents by her side as she grows and I think Jimin is the best choice-"

"Mom, stop it", I said and she went silent.

"Do you have any idea about what you are saying? Jimin? He is my friend and a person Ara adores but not as a father", My brows crashed against each other as I tried to make her understand what I meant by that hoping she will get it. That it's not possible. Getting a father for Ara...no...it's just not possible.

The whole room went silent as she just watched me. I tucked my hair behind my ears and took a deep breath before looking back at her again.

"Are you using Ara as an excuse?", she asked.

"What?", I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Are you still stuck in the past?", she raised another question. I shook my head slightly to the side in confusion.

"Y/n, you and I both know Ara does need a father and you are trying to deny it by pointing out several points which aren't even valid. It's either you didn't realise how Ara feels or it's because you are still stuck in the past and still not willing to move on '', The force of her conclusion stunned me into silence.

Mother's smile cracked after seeing my reaction to her words as if she knew it all along what was coming her way in response. "That's not how...it is..", My words broke down as I tried to come up with a quick retort. My gaze lowered as I tried to explain myself.

"Accept it. How long are you planning on running away from your own feelings?", she asked as a bitter-sweet smile formed on her lips. I again looked back at her and this time I had no answer to her question. Soon her hand moved upward towards my shoulder.

She gave me a small pat and continued, "You have already suffered a lot alone. The way Ara needs a father the same way you need someone to rely on. The way you can't see Ara in pain the same way I can't see my daughter struggling by herself as well". My eyes met her blurry ones. "I am a mother as well, y/n. I can't see you like this anymore. For Ara and for me....consider giving it a thought", and with that she walked away from there.

I stood still in my place as I watched the floor beneath me. This is the first time I feel so...empty. I don't exactly know how to describe it but...my heart feels heavier as if someone just placed a heavy stone onto it and my throat feels tightened and...and what..?

With all these thoughts still going inside my head, my gaze suddenly shifted towards Ara's bedroom door. With a hefty heart I took a step forward towards the door and grabbed the doorknob and slowly opened the door.

The room was bathed in a soft, dim light, while Ara slumbered peacefully in her bed. With a heart burdened with mixed emotions, I quietly entered the room. My footsteps barely audible as I gazed upon my sleeping child, a mixture of love and concern flashed in my eyes as I watched her.

"Ara needs a father."

"she deserves a whole family."

"She is just a 5 year old child, y/n."

Everything that I have been hearing since the last few years started crossing my mind all over again just at the glimpse of Ara. Am I really being selfish? Am I only thinking about my own self and not caring about how my daughter feels?