Timeless Obsession

Ep 20: Day

(Day 66th)

Winter's P.O.V

It had been exactly 18 days. Eighteen days of darkness, isolation, and fear in this hellish room. The walls seemed to close in on me, their oppressive weight pressing down on my spirit. I counted the minutes and hours, each one stretching into an eternity of despair. I waited for someone to save me. I waited for Jimin.

I held onto the hope that she hadn't forgotten about me. In the silence, my thoughts spiraled, tangled with the fear that she might have. Did she give up on me? Did she think I was gone forever? The uncertainty gnawed at my resolve, threatening to break the fragile thread of hope I clung to.

Minju's presence loomed like a shadow, her cruel laughter echoing in my mind. She was the reason I was here, trapped and helpless. I couldn't understand why this was happening. What had I done to deserve this torment? Each day was a battle to keep the despair from consuming me entirely.

The room was big and fancy, its only window barred and locked. The air was stale, heavy with the scent of mildew and fear. I huddled in a corner, my knees drawn to my chest, trying to make myself as small as possible. The darkness was my constant companion, the silence a deafening reminder of my isolation.

I tried to hold onto the memories of Jimin, her smile, her laughter, the way she made everything feel safe and right. But as the days stretched on, those memories began to blur, slipping away like sand through my fingers. I couldn't afford to forget her. She was my lifeline, my only hope.But the doubt crept in, insidious and relentless. Had Jimin given me up to Minju completely? Had she moved on, accepted my fate, and continued with her life? The thought was too painful to bear. I couldn't let myself believe it. Jimin was strong, determined, and she likes me....Or does she not?

But I'm sure she does....She wouldn't abandon me. She couldn't. I had save her people and her sister. She definitely wouldn't. 

Right?

The question that haunted me the most was how I was going to go home. The longer I stayed in this room, the more impossible it seemed. I was weak, my body ached, and my spirit was battered. But I couldn't give up. I had to hold on to the hope that Jimin was out there, searching for me, fighting to bring me back.

I closed my eyes and tried to summon the strength to endure. I pictured Jimin's face, her eyes filled with determination and love. I whispered her name, a prayer, a plea, a promise that I wouldn't give up. I wouldn't let Minju win. I would find a way to escape, to return to the life and the love I had been torn from.

But as the darkness pressed in and the silence grew heavier, the doubts remained. I was trapped, alone, and the only thing I could do was wait. Wait for Jimin, for rescue, for a miracle. And as the hours turned into days, I held onto the fragile hope that one day, somehow, I would be free again.

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Jimin's P.O.V

"Your Majesty, the medicine seems to work," Jae says, but his words barely register. I stare blankly at the view from my window. It was the garden, Winter's favorite place. She had always told me how much she loved it. I sighed deeply. Everything in the palace reminded me of her.