In Another's Skin

Dwindled To Ember.

Chapter 30: (Aaira's pov)

There was a storm going outside which matched mine. My sleep was restless. Heavy rain hammered against the windows, and the crackling sound of the fireplace seemed louder in the silence of the room. I woke up to the start of the thunderbolt, my heart pounding as the familiar anxiety gripped me again.

I turned to the empty side of the bed, the space where Jungkook had been just moments ago. With a shiver, I threw off the covers and slipped out of bed, my feet began cold against the floor. Where was he leaving at night, now I was curious about it.

I wrapped myself in a robe and quietly padded toward the sound of the crackling fire, it was coming from our living room, I moved towards it, trying to sound as light as I could, but my anklets didn't let me sneak, i was hoping to find Jungkook there. But as I reached the sitting area, I saw him standing in front of the big glass wall, holding my diary tightly in his hand.

My breath caught in my throat, my body starting to tremble uncontrollably. The reflection of the firelight danced in the glass, his face was visible in it too, the fire reflection was casting ominous shadows on his face. Jungkook's eyes were dark and intense, burning with a fury that seemed to eclipse the flames.

I felt a cold dread settle over me. I tried to grasp for something behind me, it was now, not just the Strom outside of the house, it was the Strom inside my house, that was unsettling me.

His gaze shifted toward me in the glass' reflection, and I felt the weight of his stare even before he turned to face me, i grasp the threshold tightly behind my back. Panic rose within me, and I struggled to find my voice.

Aaira: I...

I gulped, cause the weight of his gaze was too much, he didn't seem sad and hurt, he was burning in fury.

Aaira: I can explain.

I started, my voice was trembling. I took a step forward, desperate to make him understand, to salvage whatever was left of our trust. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest.

But before I could say more, Jungkook's face hardened, and with a sudden, violent motion, he threw the diary onto the floor. I startled with the movement, every nerve seemed frayed across my body. The thud of the book hitting the ground was sharp.

His eyes met mine one last time. Without a word, he started to storm out of the room, I tried to grasp on his hand, but he pushed me back, makimh me hot against the wall. As he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him with a deafening crash.

The sound of the door closing echoed through the room, leaving me in stunned silence. The room seemed to spin as I tried to process what had just happened. As soon as I realised what happened, I quickly ran after Jungkook. My feet pounded against the cold floor as I rushed through the house, my robe flapping wildly behind me.

I flung open the front door and stepped out into the storm, the rain coming down in relentless sheets. The wind howled around me, and the icy rain soaked through my robe and nightgown within seconds.

I squinted through the downpour, trying to make out Jungkook's figure in the darkness. He was already mounted on his horse, urging it into a gallop as he rode away from the house. His silhouette was barely visible against the stormy sky, a dark shape against the torrential rain.

I ran as fast as I could, my feet slipping on the wet ground. The mud clung to my legs, making each step more difficult, I called out to him.

Aaira: Jungkook! Please!

I shouted, but the wind carried my words away. My chest heaved with the effort, and my breath came in ragged gasps. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't catch up. Jungkook's horse moved out of the main gate, and soon he was a distant figure against the stormy horizon.