In Another's Shoes.

Last Day In Crimson

Chapter 49: (your pov)

As we approached the city, Soobin suddenly reached around me and covered my face with a cloth. Panic creeped in. Was this some new trick? What if they were planning something terrible again? I struggled against his grip, trying to jerk his hand away.

When I finally managed to pull the cloth down and meet his eyes, he looked shocked and hurt by my reaction.

Soobin: What?

He asked,

Soobin: I'm covering your face so that no one in the old city recognizes you.

Oh, suddenly guilt washed over me. I felt a pang of remorse for doubting him, but it was hard to ignore the scars left by his and his family's betrayals. They had made me this way-suspicious, wary, always on edge.

Y/n: I'm sorry.

I whispered, my voice trembling.

Y/n: I just... I can't help it.

Soobin's expression softened, and he gently adjusted the cloth to hide my face once more.

Soobin: I understand.

He said quietly.

Soobin: But we need to be careful. The people here won't hesitate to call you Aaira again.

I nodded, allowing him to cover my face again, I don't know why, I could never trust him again like I used to. We proceeded towards the city gates, I tried to focus on finding the portal and returning to my world.

Soobin kept his arm around me, but I can't stop thinking about what he said to me. As we rode into the city, I couldn't help but glance at the familiar streets and buildings, now seen through the narrow slits of the cloth covering my face. The old city, with its bustling markets and narrow alleys.

The question that had been nagging at me since Soobin told me those weird things. I couldn't keep it in any longer.

Y/n: Soobin.

I began hesitantly,

Y/n: were you lying about what you said about my father? I mean, I'm my parents' daughter, right?

Soobin's grip on the reins tightened, and he focused intently on the path ahead. He didn't respond immediately, his silence stretching uncomfortably. I felt a knot of anxiety tightened in my chest, I needed answers.

Y/n: Soobin.

I repeated, my voice more insistent.

Y/n: Please, I need to know.

Still, he didn't answer. His eyes remained fixed on the road, his jaw set in a hard line. The horse's steady gait was the only sound breaking the tense silence between us.

Y/n: Soobin!

I shouted with tears in my eyes,

Y/n: Say something! Am I their daughter or not?

He finally looked at me, his eyes looked so intense but they said nothing, they had a little sadness in them. But instead of speaking, he turned his gaze back to the path, again.

My heart sank. The truth was there, unspoken but clear. Soobin wasn't lying-my father wasn't really my father, my mother wasn't really my mother, I was never their daughter, they had kidnapped me. The realization left me breathless and reeling. It was suffocating me. I couldn't stand it any longer.

Y/n: Please tell me the truth!

I screamed,

Y/n: I need to hear it from you!