PARIS & ROME

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𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒆'𝒔 𝑷𝑶𝑽

I awoke with heavy eyelids , the weight of exhaustion clinging to my every movement. Another night plagued by relentless nightmares, my mind refusing to grant me any rest. The pills that used to bring me fleeting moments of tranquility had been forgotten,

Sleep had become a rare luxury, slipping through my fingers like sand.

With a deep breath, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and sat there for a moment, gathering my thoughts.

It's that nightmare again..

Thesame nightmares that have haunted for ten years.

Since returning to Korea, the nightmares have intensified with each passing day. They gripped me in their merciless claws, dragging me into a realm of terror and despair that I couldn't escape. Night after night, I found myself waking in the darkness, drenched in sweat, my screams echoing in the silent void around me. The memories I held,haunted me relentlessly, refusing to release their hold on my shattered psyche.

I sighed in defeat, Just another god damn day, as I scanned the room that had been empty for years.

The room is still cloaked with shadows, mirroring the turmoil within my mind. I knew I couldn't dwell on this... there were tasks to be done, battles to be fought.

I pushed myself up, my body protesting against the weight of exhaustion. Each step felt like a struggle, as if I was trudging through a thick fog. I made my way to the bathroom, the cold tiles beneath my bare feet sending a shiver up my spine. The sensation was a brief jolt of wakefulness, a reminder that I had to keep moving forward.

I splashed water on my face, hoping to wash away the weariness that clung to me like a second skin. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but notice the dark circles under my eyes, evidence of the sleepless nights that had become my new normal. The face that stared back at me seemed older, wearier, and yet there was a fire in my eyes, a determination that refused to be extinguished.

I ran a hand through my disheveled hair, trying to tame the unruly strands that mirrored the chaos within.

The reflection in the mirror was a stark reminder of the battles I had fought and still fighting,  the sacrifices I had made. But there was no time to dwell on the past; the present demanded my attention.

With a sense of purpose, I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over my tired body. The sensation was both soothing and invigorating.

I allowed myself a few moments of solitude, letting the water wash away the weight of the night, cleansing my body and preparing my mind for what was yet to come.

After the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and made my way to the closet. I pulled out a simple white shirt and black pants,

I made my way to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee beckoning me.

There, Cross, who was already in the kitchen engrossed in the morning news, a cup of steaming brew in hand.

" Morning. "

I greeted him, my voice rough with fatigue, and he glanced up, offering a sympathetic smile. He knew the struggles I faced, the sleepless nights that left me drained.

"Rough night?" Cross asked, Concern etched in his features.

I nodded, pouring myself a cup of coffee, hoping it would provide some semblance of energy. "Nightmares again. Couldn't shut my mind off."