Chapter 9: (Aaira's pov)
As I quickly closed my journal, my body shivering from the intensity of my emotions, I glanced in the mirror. Jungkook was still sleeping there, undisturbed by my turmoil. Relief washed over me; I was safe, back in my palace.
I held my head between both hands, trying to steady my breathing as I knelt down, my knees pressing into the cold floor. The throbbing pain in my head was relentless, a physical manifestation of the chaos within me.
Aaira: Get it together, Aaira. You need to be strong.
I whispered to myself, the words barely audible as I tried to summon the strength to stand. The weight of everything I had been holding in threatened to crush me, but I couldn't let it.
My body started trembling uncontrollably, my feet rapidly tapping the floor as if trying to escape the unbearable pressure building inside me. The tears I had been holding back for so long began slipping from my eyes, hot and unrelenting, tracing wet paths down my cheeks.
My breath came in ragged gasps, each inhaling a struggle against the sobs that threatened to break free. My hands, clammy and cold, clutched at my sides as if trying to anchor myself to reality.
The room around me blurred through the haze of tears, my vision swimming with the torrent of emotions I could no longer suppress. My chest tightening with the effort to keep from collapsing entirely. I felt as though I was on the edge of breaking, teetering on a precipice with no clear way back to solid ground.
With a deep, shuddering breath, I forced myself to rise, my movements slow and deliberate. The room seemed to spin for a moment before settling, the familiar surroundings of my sanctuary grounding me. I needed to focus, to find a way to clear my mind.
I walked over to the window, pushing it open and letting the cool evening air wash over me. The gentle breeze was a soothing balm to my troubled thoughts. I closed my eyes, leaning against the window frame.
Aaira: I will get through this. I have to.
With those whispered words to myself, I turned away from the window, my gaze falling on Jungkook and Aimin sleeping peacefully. Tears still streamed down my face, silent witnesses to the pain and uncertainty I felt.
Stealing myself, I walked past them, my heart aching with every step. Sitting beside Jungkook, I gently took his hands in mine. Even in sleep, he held onto my hands with a reassuring strength. I interlaced our fingers together.
Holding his hands in mine, I marveled that even in sleep. Our fingers intertwined naturally, as if they were made to fit together.
Leaning in, I pressed my lips against his, a tender kiss filled with love and longing. To my surprise, he responded, instinctively reciprocating even in his slumber. The familiarity of his kiss, the way he held me close, offered a brief moment of solace amid the storm raging inside me.
Aaira: I love you, Jungkook.
I whispered softly against his ear, my voice barely a breath, I pulled back slightly and brushed my fingers lightly against his cheek. Jungkook shifted slightly, sensing my distress, and I leaned my head against his chest, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill over.
His hand gently found its way to my back, a soothing presence as he whispered, Jungkook's whispered words touched my heart deeply.
Jungkook: You can cry your heart out, Aaira. I'm here, I'm listening.
His words were a balm to my wounded soul, offering me permission to release the pent-up emotions I had been holding back. His voice was calm and filled with understanding, inviting me to release the pain I had been holding back.
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