-Eris-
After his silent departure, Eris curled up in her bed, letting herself feel the comfort of being alone once more. She didn't know how much time had passed, only that everything was finally catching up to her.
Her death. The transmigration. Becoming the villainess. Meeting new people. And those words that made her gut twist in ways that hurt. For a brief moment, she thought she was doing okay. But the truth is, she wasn't supposed to feel okay. It's as if she'd been thrown onto the frontlines with no armor, no training, just raw vulnerability.
Maybe she's not okay. No, she's really not okay.
"If only I didn't agree to this," she muttered, the regret creeping in like an old friend. Bad decisions were nothing new. She had a knack for making choices that burned her in the end, mistakes that always seemed to leave her picking up the shattered pieces.
She literally let herself fall into this story, into this body, into this mess.
But then she remembered the why behind those choices. Those sorrowful green eyes that mirrored her mother's. Maybe this is stupid. Maybe it's reckless. But if she's going to be foolish, then let it be for something she wants. She wants to help. Or maybe, maybe she just wants to escape the guilt. The guilt of failing her mother. Of not saving her. Of watching her suffer while doing nothing to ease the pain. She couldn't save the woman who raised her. But maybe, just maybe, she could save the girl who never got the chance to be loved.
She sat up straight and breathed. She's not okay, and that's okay. It's only been a day in this new body, in this strange new world. There's still so much left to do. But before she can do any of it, she has to accept that the road ahead won't be smooth. There will be hiccups, unexpected turns, little bumps that'll leave her dizzy and sick to her stomach.
And that's alright, too.
It's not like she's ever gone through a transmigration before. This is her first time living in a world so far removed from everything she's known, wearing an identity that isn't hers and yet is all she has.
"I can do this. I'm not a wuss," she told herself, voice low but steady. "My backbone might be weak, and I might start regretting this again... but that's normal. That's natural. All I have to do is not stop. Keep moving." She looked into her reflection, eyes searching, heart pounding, unflinchingly. There was something new blooming in her chest: courage.
After all, she's no longer living for herself.
"I won't do this half-heartedly," she whispered, her voice sharper now, firmer. "This world will no longer have Eris Leonel Virelli as its villainess. I'll rewrite her fate. I'll make sure of it."
-to be continued-