In Another's Skin

Embers Of A Dying Flame

Chapter 39: (Aaira's pov)

A month had passed since the confrontation with Jungkook and the encounter with Y/n. I had stopped speaking to everyone. Conversations with Aimin, though necessary for his well-being, had become minimal. My once cheerful voice was now reduced to a whisper, often only responding to his needs with brief, small words.

I could no longer find the energy or the will to engage in the conversations that had once brought comfort. It was as if the act of speaking had become a burden too heavy to bear. Physically, I had deteriorated significantly. My reflection in the mirror was a haunting.

My once smooth skin was now pallid, with dark circles under my eyes that seemed to grow more and more each day. My cheeks, which had once been filled with life, had sunken in, leaving a gaunt face that bore the marks of sleepless nights and endless tears.

I had lost so much weight. The clothes that had once fit me comfortably now hung loosely from my frame, I should have been gaining weight, but the fabric was draping over my diminished body like a shroud.

I tried to eat, but food had become something I could no longer stomach. Each meal I attempted to consume ended in nausea and vomiting, my body rejecting the sustenance it so desperately needed. The very thought of food often brought on waves of sickness, further exacerbating my frail condition.

My days were spent lying in bed, the hours blurring together as I stared at the ceiling. I would lie there, listless, my gaze fixed on the ceiling as if hoping it might offer some calm. The pregnancy, was now like an additional burden I can hardly bear.

The growing child inside me was suffering from neglect and distress, too. I struggle to keep food down, and the little I do manage to eat often leads to bouts of vomiting. This persistent nausea and aversion to food are not only depleting my energy but are also stunting the growth of the baby, leaving me worried about its well-being.

The natural glow of pregnancy has been replaced by a haggard appearance, a general frailty that makes me appear much older than I am. Internally, the lack of proper nutrition and the constant stress have likely impacted the health of the developing baby. My body is failing to provide the necessary nutrients and environment required for a healthy pregnancy.

My once strong heartbeat has become erratic, and I can feel the strain in every breath I take. The emotional and physical strain has left me feeling disconnected from life growing inside me.

I had stopped approaching Jungkook, the very thought of him bringing a wave of pain that was too much to endure. Our interactions had dwindled to nothing. The anger and hurt that had once driven me to confront him had now given way to a numbing emptiness.

Y/n’s presence had also faded from my daily consciousness. I no longer responded to her taunts or attempted to offer any semblance of comfort. The bitterness she had inflicted had left its mark, but it was no longer something I could engage with. My silence was a shield, a way to protect myself from further harm, even if it meant sacrificing any semblance of normalcy or connection.

The constant nausea and vomiting had left me weak, I would lie in bed, my body trembling from the effort of simply existing. The once cheerful Aaira was now a mere shadow, a living dead whose spirit seemed to have been extinguished by the relentless tide of sorrow.

I had still held that fragile hope that, the love I still held for Jungkook could somehow mend the fractures in our relationship. But even that glimmer was dimming, overshadowed by the overwhelming darkness that had taken hold of my life.

As I lay there, I would often find myself drifting into a state of restless sleep, plagued by nightmares and fragmented dreams. The sleep was neither restful nor rejuvenating, but a mere escape from the waking world, if only for a few fleeting hours.