Chapter 14: (Aaira's pov)
As Jungkook walked out of the bedroom, urging me to rest, the silence that followed felt suffocating. I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching a warm, water-soaked towel in my hands, tears still brimming in my eyes. I can't believe I was suffocating in my own house.
I took a deep breath, How could I have let it come to this? How could I have almost destroyed everything we had fought so hard to build? Why was I jealous to this extent?
As I wiped the last traces of tears from my face, a soft sound broke the silence. At first, it felt like a figment of my imagination, a ghost of my sorrow. But then, the sound came again-a gentle, movement accompanied by the faintest murmur.
My heart raced as I turned toward the doorway. Crawling into the room with innocent curiosity was Jeon Aimin, his tiny hands pressing against the floor, his chubby legs moving with so much effort. His eyes sparkled with wonder as they locked onto mine.
Aimin: Mamma?
His voice, He crawled closer, never breaking eye contact, a soft smile spreading across his face. The sight of him warmed my heart, yet it also filled me with a wave of guilt.
Aaira: Aimin...
My voice cracked as I whispered his name. Tears threatened to spill over again, but I fought them back. How could I face him with blood on my hands, with scars both seen and unseen? How could I explain the darkness that had almost led me to do horrible stuff?
Aimin reached me, his tiny hands grasping the edge of my nightgown as he pulled himself up, his eyes searching mine with innocent curiosity.
Aimin: What happened, Mama?
His words were simple, How could I explain the chaos? How could I tell him that his mama had nearly lost herself, nearly letting go of everything that mattered? I took a shaky breath, gently stroking his soft hair as he looked up at me, his wide eyes filled with trust.
Aaira: Mama... Mama was feeling sad. But I'm okay now, Aimin.
My voice trembled as I spoke. Aimin's gaze never left me, as if he understood more than his innocent eyes should.
Aimin: I love you, Mama.
Tears welled up in my eyes again, but this time they were tears of gratitude for the little boy who had unknowingly saved me from myself.
Aaira: I love you too, Aimin. So much.
I whispered, pulling him into a gentle embrace. His small arms wrapped around my neck, As I held Aimin close, I knew that healing would take time. The scars, both seen and unseen, would linger.
Aimin leaned back slightly, his hands resting on my shoulders. With a soft, Little smile, he kissed my cheek, his innocence and love warming my heart. He quickly wiped away the tears from my cheeks with his tiny fingers.
Aimin: Dadda say you hurt hand? True?
His question was simple yet filled with concern. I smiled weakly, unable to meet his gaze, my eyes cast downward.
Aaira: Yes, true.
Aimin nodded as if he understood, his expression serious yet filled with childlike empathy.
Aimin: Dadda say mumma spend time with so she happy happy again.
I blinked back tears,
Aaira: Yes, Aimin. Mumma will try her best to be happy again.
I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. Aimin's small hands gently cupped my face, guiding my gaze to meet his.
Aimin: I help mumma. We happy happy together.
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