In Another's Shoes.

Crimson Pages.

Chapter 14: (your pov)

After jungkook left me at the castle, I was walking in when I saw a carriage walking out, Amell was peeking through it. They all were leaving. I still wonder what Hwasa wants to ask me ? Cause as per after Aaira's death what questions must she have from her ? About the journal?

As the days passed after the scary event, I couldn't forget that Aaira died. Every day felt heavy, like carrying a big weight on my mind. I couldn't shake off the bad feeling, and it stayed with me all the time. They all seemed a bunch of psychos.

On the first day, I had to do a lot of things like Lady Jeon. I went to fancy parties and had to look after everything in the house. It made me feel sad because I missed my mother so much.

The next day, I had to go to more parties and meet important people. I tried to act confidently, but deep down, I felt really scared and worried. I missed my father.

The third day was sad because we had a special ceremony, for The Bang family's close friends. Lots of people came to show respect, and it made me feel even sadder. I missed my friends.

The fourth day was tough. I felt like Aaira's ghost was watching me all the time. It was hard to do my usual things because I missed My room, my house so much, like so much.

On the fifth day, I kept thinking about the happy times I had with Soobin. But it made me feel even more sad because I knew those times were gone. I missed soobin so much.

The sixth day was hard. I realized that Aaira was really gone, and I couldn't do anything to bring her back, I had to live here as her. I had to keep doing my job, but it felt really hard without her ever returning. I need to return back to my own house.

On the seventh day, I was all alone in a big room. It felt really empty without my friends. I wondered if she was watching over me from somewhere.

On the eighth day, I found myself missing the little things from my own world – my phone, my air conditioner, and even the simple comfort of my favorite pillow. But as much as I longed for those familiar comforts, I knew deep down that there was no going back. Aaira's world was my reality now, and I had to learn to adapt to it.

The ninth day brought a sense of frustration as everyone around me continued to call me by Aaira's name. No matter how many times I felt irritated by them, it seemed like they couldn't see the real me beneath this identity.

On the tenth day, I stumbled upon Aaira's old photo frames. They were scattered throughout the house, capturing moments of her life in frozen snapshots. Each frame held a piece of her story, reminding me of the person she once was in her journal.

As the eleventh day dawned, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being trapped in someone else's life. Jungkook was being too clingy too me, that i couldn't help, I hated his sight, but couldn't help.

On the twelfth day, I felt a pang of longing for my old life. I missed the simplicity of my routine, the familiar faces of my friends, and the sense of belonging that came with it. But no matter how much I missed it, I knew that returning to my old life was no longer an option.

On the thirteenth day, I stumbled upon a collection of Aaira and jungkook's photo frames. They were elegantly displayed on a shelf, each frame adorned with intricate details and delicate designs. As I gazed at them, I felt a sense of awe at the beauty of her life captured in those frames, and Jungkook looked extremely handsome, & mesmerizing.

On the fourteenth day, the constant reminders of Aaira's presence became increasingly frustrating. My own identity felt too far away out of my reach, everyone around me continued to address me as Aaira. I hated them all and their mindsets.