47. Insomnia

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Alba's POV

As you stepped out of the office, the tears started to well up. You blinked them back, determined not to let them fall. Not here, not in front of anyone. You had just lost your job, the only thing you loved in your life.

Now, how were you supposed to serve that jerk every night? How can your manager do that to you? You thought angrily. How could you even think about serving him? After what he did? You thought to yourself.

The tears began to stream down your cheeks. You brushed them away furiously, not wanting anyone to see.

As you reached the ground floor, you headed to the exit. You were greeted by the sound of people talking and cars passing. The noise was almost deafening after the silence of the hotel.

You paused, taking a deep breath. This was not the end, you told yourself. You had just lost your favorite job because of him and you will never forgive him how he just ruined your life, who does he think he is? You can't let him show that he bothered you one bit.

"I will take my revenge." you whispered to yourself and went outside the hotel.

As soon as you were outside, the tears started streaming down your face. You wiped them away with the sleeve of your shirt. You can't get weak now if Aina saw you like this, she'd bombard you with her annoying questions again. She always treated you like a child, and it drove you crazy. You didn't need her hovering over you right now, especially when you were just trying to hold yourself together.

You walked over to the bus stop and sat down, leaning against the side of the bench. The bus was late. You pulled your phone out and checked the time. It was 2:00 PM.

As you waited, you watched the traffic pass. There were so many people in the world, so many lives. Why did it seem like your life was not important than others? You thought bitterly.

As the bus came, you stood up and took a step forward, ready to board. But something caught your eye. It was a group of girls standing on the corner, laughing and chatting. They looked so carefree and happy. You wished you could feel like that again, but at the moment, all you could feel was sadness.

You couldn't help but wonder why they seemed so happy. Maybe they were going to a party, or a date, or maybe even just having lunch with friends. Whatever it was, you were envious. You watched them for a moment longer, then turned and stepped onto the bus. As you found a seat, your phone rang, startling you. It was Jimin.

You answered, trying to keep your voice steady. "Hello?"

"Princess, are you alright?" His voice was soft, but there was a hint of concern.

You were surprised by the sudden call but tried to stay cool. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"Nothing, just checking in," he replied. "I could hear some noise in the background. Are you somewhere?"

"Yeah, I'm on the bus," you said, glancing out the window as the city passed by.

"Oh? Is everything okay?" he asked again, his tone a bit more serious.

"Why do you keep asking? I'm fine. But why did you call, Jimin?" you pressed, trying to change the subject.

"Well, can't a boyfriend call his girlfriend?" he teased, the playful tone in his voice sending a flutter through your stomach.

Thousands of butterflies filled your chest as he called you "his girlfriend." You couldn't help but smile, despite feeling a bit annoyed by his persistence. Somehow, he always managed to lighten the mood.

"Oh, well..." you stammered, unable to find the right words.

"Why do you always hurt me, Alba? I was just missing you, princess," he whined, a playful edge to his voice.

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