Double Take

The Next Day: Feeling Guilty

Y/N POV

As I woke up the next day, taking a moment before I had to step back into the role of Mya. My reflection in the mirror revealed the remnants of the previous night's escapade—makeup still smudged, hair tousled, and unmistakable hickeys adorning my neck. Those guys really went all in yesterday. 

Sipping on my hot coffee, I leaned against the kitchen counter, enjoying the quiet morning and the view outside my window. The city stirred to life below, with cars bustling along the streets and people going about their daily routines. Despite the chaos of the world outside, there was a sense of peace within the confines of my apartment. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped me, comforting me like a warm embrace. As I gazed out at the cityscape, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the moments of tranquility amidst the chaos of life.

As I finally could rest someone knocked on the door. I rubbed my eyes, hoping I was just imagining the knock on the door, but it persisted. With a sigh, I dragged myself to the door, not expecting to see my brother and his family standing there, all bright smiles and flower bouquets.

"Auntie Y/n!" Sara's voice rang out as she bounded towards me, her arms outstretched.

I couldn't help but smile as I lifted her into my arms, feeling the warmth of her embrace. Behind her, my brother stood with his fiancée, their youngest cradled in her arms and the oldest lingering shyly behind.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, trying to mask my surprise as I looked at them, especially my brother.

"We just wanted to check on you after yesterday," he said, his tone gentle yet concerned.

As I stepped aside, allowing my brother and his family to enter, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling within me. Sara's infectious energy filled the room as she bounced around, her excitement palpable. Meanwhile, my brother's words hung in the air, a reminder of the events of yesterday that I was trying to put behind me.

Taking a deep breath, I plastered on a smile, trying to push aside the discomfort that lingered within me. "Come on in," I said, gesturing toward the living room where they could make themselves comfortable.

As they settled in, my brother approached me, the bouquet of flowers held out as a peace offering. "I wanted to forgive you," he repeated, his voice tinged with sincerity.

I accepted the flowers with a nod, grateful for the gesture despite the weight of his words. "Thank you," I murmured, unsure of what else to say. It was a start, I supposed, a step toward reconciliation.

With Sara still clinging to me, her laughter filling the room, I led my brother and his family into the living room, hoping that perhaps today could be a day of healing and forgiveness amidst the chaos of yesterday's events.

Admitting my own faults felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders. "I'm sorry too," I confessed, a sense of relief washing over me. "I was still a bit drunk yesterday."

My brother's expression softened, understanding flickering in his eyes. "It's okay," he replied, his tone gentle. "We all make mistakes."

"Well, enough with that," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "I can't believe you guys came all the way just to see me."

My brother chuckled, his fiance smiling warmly. "Of course we did," he replied. "Family's important, you know?"

His fiancée then said "Also Sara talked about you; she missed you,'" she said, smiling warmly as she spoke.

"That's sweet," I replied, touched by Sara's affection. "I miss her too."

As Sara eagerly chattered away, filling the room with her infectious energy, I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and belonging. Despite the challenges I faced, having my family by my side made everything feel a little brighter.