In Another's Shoes.

Crimson Sheets, Roses & Tears

Chapter 7: (your pov)

As I read Aaira's diary, reading every word carefully and as the pages turned, I was about to flip to the next entry. Suddenly, the window burst open, It left a shiver down my spines, bringing in the lively sound of heavy raindrops. The rhythmic tapping against the glass created a melody that got blended with the story in the diary which was in my hand.

I smiled at the weather, Rain has been always my favourite weather, like I must accept, Tea, Rain, The Strom, And the Smell, is maybe all I needed in this weird life. Just for two moments, I could finally relax my head, just for some time I could just think about the rain and the weather.

Undeterred by the rain, I carefully moved closer to the window, letting the cool breeze and the soothing sound of the rain fill the room. Aaira's words in the diary were complicated, No doubt. Each sentence that she wrote here was echoing with emotions that I was still trying to understand.

The rain's symphony provided a backdrop, And another kind of Background music, forming a deep connection between Aaira's feelings and the enchanting atmosphere outside, I felt relieved. The earthy scent of the castle's soil, intensified by the rain, added another layer to the immersive experience. Before ever coming to this strange place, I've only imagined this scene where I'm living right now, what else would I need ? It felt like I was sharing secrets not just with the diary but also with the captivating elements around me.

I quickly dragged a chair in front of the big window, that showed a foggy and distant village, covered with rain, I quickly sat on the chair as I placed my feet on the edge of the window, Rain hitting my feet making it perfect for me. The ticklish, the surroundings, Everything was itself, mesmerizing.

As I flipped to the other page, I could see tears all over the page somewhere blurring the ink, What in the hell I should get from this. What sign was this ? Its surface bears witness  of tear stains, I caress my hand on the stains.

The old page has fancy writing done with an ink pen, showing that a lot of time has passed. You can see spots where tears fell, telling different story . The page smells like roses, mixing with the ink smell to bring back memories. In the middle of the writing, there's a pretty old rose, a symbol of love and lasting beauty. The words, tear spots, sweet rose smell make a special picture, capturing the feelings and memories saved on this old page. Together, the inked script, tear stains, and fragrant rose create a poignant tableau.

"
Date: May 22, 1814.
Countinuing event of last night,
Dear journal,

By reaching upon the big door, Lord jungkook took off first, all the maids bowed at him, he walked to my side and opened the door himself for me to get off, then he bent one of his hands behind his back bowing a little offering me another hand of his, As I set my foots out of the carriage taking his hand in mine they all bow at me too. (Tear) He plant a soft kiss on the edge of my hand like always.

He was giving me a soft genuine smile, And for the first moment I felt bad for him and his efforts, so I give him a small smile in return and i could look at his face lighting up with joy, and his eyes got filled with tears.

Though i wasn't interested in this marriage but i shouldn't act rudely towards him At least he's my husband after all.

After i finally set my foot out of the carriage he turned me around in front of everyone, hugging me from behind (Tear), he made me face the moon as his hands were locking mine around my waist, from his one hand he pointed towards the moon.

He said.

"The moon is so beautiful isn't it ?"

I replied,