a/n: pic from “the glass” GL manhwa. Read it.
“Not... crazy...” my disjointed words echoed through the silence..
I shouldn’t be here..
My eyes reflecting a desperate intensity through a blurry apparition on the metal door in front of me. Dim light from the setting sun, a yard of heaven from the crevice at the room that even my towering height can’t reach.
I can’t believe it’s happening.
The silent room seemed to challenge the very truth I clung to, leaving an unsettling atmosphere that begged the question of my own sanity.
“Somebody, help me...”
Sheer hope made my heartbeat go wild. I hear the faint sound of someone.. “The countess is awake!”
“Please! Help me out! I don’t belong here!” I screamed. My throat was parched, my voice was broken.
“Should we call on the dame?” They’re not here for help.
After a while, they’re gone..
I surrendered. I slid down on the cold floor and hugged my own knees anxiously. “I am not crazy.”
“Erin,” I heard a familiar gentle voice of a woman. My heart sank. I missed her voice.. so much I felt like I could cry a river...
Melissa.
“Princess Melissa, you can’t go down alone! The countess is not in the right state of mind!”
“She needs me.. Please get me the key!”
“No, your father, the Crowned Prince will kill us if you’re hurt,” Suddenly, I heard a sound of clashing metals and screaming groups of women.
“Melissa?! Melissa!” I called and banged on my door loudly.
No one replied.
Until the silence was followed by the sounds of hurrying pair of heels slapping on the cobble stones and jiggling pair of keys.
The door opened and there was Melissa. She’s so gorgeous I could cry..
She caged me in a comfortable embrace and suddenly, no one else matters.. it’s only me, and her. She felt like home..
I didn’t know how long I had been hugging the Princess, but when I opened my eyes.. I’m here again.
Lying on an unfamiliar bed, an unfamiliar scent, modern things around me.. Unfamiliar warmth of an unfamiliar person hugging me.
Her arm that was resting on my stomach was smaller and more delicate than Melissa’s. Her warmth was unfamiliar yet, strangely comforting..
I am here in this world again.
“Jules,” her deep morning voice cracked and her hug tightened. I tensed up.. I couldn’t move a muscle.
I’m sorry, Melissa.
“Jules?” she might’ve felt my sudden repulsion. She raised up her petite body. Her silk gown almost fell off giving me a slight vision of her budding chest. I can feel my face heating up, blushing so hard so I immediately avoided her eyes.
Realizing my strange action, she covered up herself. “Who are you this time?” she asked me. I didn’t answer. I stayed frozen for mere seconds. I know my silence won’t answer her curiosity but it’ll help me let off some steam and composed myself before I start to think right. I’m a mess.
