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She couldn't remember everything about her past life. But she knows well that she had been reincarnated inside a novel she had written. Though she earns the body of the female lead, this story is unlike what she expected. The main focus shifts, different and tragic than what she had initially thought. Now, to help the characters undo the crime they have done, she will lend her all.

For Our Cherished One

I blinked, confusion swelling in my chest as I looked around. My surroundings were unfamiliar, yet a strange, haunting familiarity seeped into my bones.

My thought trailed off as I took in the scene around me.

A shattered bed stood in the corner, its canopy torn and hanging like the remnants of a forgotten nightmare. The walls were crumbling, their once-gilded patterns faded and peeling, revealing the cold, unforgiving stone beneath. Dust coated every surface, and shards of glass littered the floor, catching the pale moonlight that streamed through a cracked window.

My gaze fell to the simple, broken mirror lying at my feet. Its jagged edges reflected a fractured image back at me.

This is… my room. No. This was Evangeline Rullet's room.

I stepped closer, my movements hesitant, and crouched down to pick up one of the larger shards of glass. It was sharp, cold, biting against my fingertips as I held it up to my face.

Reflected back at me was the tear-streaked cheek of Evangeline Rullet, her icy blue eyes staring back with a hollow, unfeeling gaze.

The words spilled from my lips—no, her lips—like a broken prayer. The voice that carried them was cracked, raw, and dripping with despair. It wasn't my voice; it was hers, weighted with an agony so deep it felt like the walls of the room were trembling with it.

I dropped the shard, the sound of it clinking against the floor barely registering in my ears. My hands trembled as I clutched my head, trying to make sense of the overwhelming emotions crashing over me.

It wasn't mine, but it consumed me all the same. It clawed at my chest, wrapping around my heart like a vice and squeezing until I could barely breathe.

It was suffocating, a heavy fog that pressed against my skin, making every movement feel like wading through quicksand.

And something else. Something darker.

It was as if the weight of countless sins, countless regrets, had been thrust upon me all at once. Memories that weren't mine flickered through my mind like a reel of broken film, each one bringing with it a fresh wave of torment.

I saw faces—some familiar, some not. A young girl's tearful smile. A man's cold, accusing glare. A woman's trembling hands as she reached out, only to be pushed away.

Each image struck me like a blow, and with each one, the suffocating weight in my chest grew heavier.

My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the floor, the sharp edges of the glass digging into my skin. I barely noticed.

"What have I done?" I whispered again, the words barely audible.

The room felt alive, as if it were breathing with me, sharing in the anguish that seemed to radiate from every crack and corner.

I clutched at my chest, my nails digging into the fabric of my shirt as I tried to steady my breaths. The overwhelming emotions were tearing me apart, piece by piece, until I didn't know where I ended and Evangeline Rullet began.

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