I Was Mistaken For Novels & Stories

I exclaimed when i realized it. I ran behind the patient, rushing after the patient, I called out, "Excuse me! Wait, I made a mistake." The patient turned, looking confused as I approached, my face flushed from the embarrassment. "I'm so sorry for the mix-up. Let me give you the correct prescription." The patient seemed understanding as they smiled gently, handing back the medical carnet. "No worries, mistakes happen. I appreciate you fixing it." Relieved by his forgiving attitude, I quickly rewrote the prescription, triple-checking the details before handing it back to them with a grateful smile. "Thank you for your understanding. Take care!"

He held my shoulders and looked into my eyes. “Amayra, it was all a misunderstanding. I went to that room by mistake.” I frowned at his explanation. Maybe Danish saw my confusion so he explained. “Actually Amayra, it is all my fault. We planned to hang out here after a hectic work schedule. I booked a room here and sent them a message. I got stuck in traffic so I told them to enter the room and start to order. But I accidentally sent them the wrong room number. I typed ‘5’ instead of ‘8’ in hurry.” He explained.

As I listened, mortified, I knew I had made a grave error in getting into the wrong car. Embarrassed, I hung up the phone, my cheeks burning with mortification. “I-I'm so sorry, I thought this was my friend's car,” I stammered, lowering my gaze. Preparing to flee the vehicle, I clutched the handle of the car door. But before I could open it, a playful voice rang out from the front seat. “Mistakes like this happen all the time! Don't worry about it.”

"I should relax? I was ignored by the four of you since Sunday. I mean I could understand Azrael, but you three? I am still confused about the weird energy I received that day." "Can you just forget about what happened then?" He said. "Are you hearing yourself?" I snapped. "Y'all made me look like the weird one back there. I was in the middle totally clueless." "We mistook you for someone else, that's what happened." He said, shoving his hand in his pocket. "And that’s it? I'm supposed to buy all that?" I asked. "That's pretty what happened back then, so you have to." He said.

A young man with dark eyes stares at me, his gaze unreadable. My entire body tenses. I didn’t hear the door open. I didn’t feel anyone enter. How is he here? How is this possible? Before I can move, he speaks. "Don’t be scared. It’s me— Mistake." I jerk upright, my pulse pounding in my ears. My mind races. This can’t be real. Last night, Mistake had appeared as a woman. Now, he’s a man? "You called me," Mistake says, his voice calm, almost amused. "Is there a problem?"

Looking closely at the man, I could see why my mind had played that trick on me. He shared Mason's hair colour and roughly the same build. But that was where the resemblance ended. He wasn't Mason. My eyes filled with tears at the disappointment. “Miss? Are you alright?” I blinked and realised the man was looking at me. “Yes. Sorry.” I quickly wiped my eyes. “I'm so sorry. I thought you were someone else.” He gave me a confused but polite smile, and I turned around before I embarrassed myself any further.

I shook my head slowly. “No,” I whispered again. But this time, it wasn’t denial. It was realization. A very cold realization. I had been a mistake. And now… He was fixing it.

After my whole fiasco of mistakenly liking his I*******m post yesterday, my heart had been scudding with a mix of trepidation and shame. There was a huge probability that I was overthinking this whole thing. Given how his last post was almost a year ago, it was either he had forgotten his password or just didn't care for that account anymore. Yes, that was it and I was just worrying my head over nothing. Even if he did see it, I could always lie that it wasn't my account. Thank goodness, I went by “Leahlilly” on I*******m and my display photo was a picture of a sunflower that I'd taken during my summer vacation in Ibiza.

I could understand him. “Miss Ashworth,” the man behind the desk said calmly, folding his hands over a folder. “I must apologize for what has happened to you. It seems there has been… a mistake. You are not the subject we believed you to be.” Mistake? I blinked, my pulse racing. “A… mistake?” I echoed, my voice uncertain in this strange, borrowed tongue. “Yes,” he said smoothly, as if that single word erased the torment I had endured. “You were brought here under false information. You are not the one we were searching for. And for that, you will be heavily compensated.”

The tone of his voice was so hard and strict that I flinched. Everyone exchanged confused looks. "We didn't get any message from her, Mr Trafford." The man who answered earlier says. Ronan turns to face me. "Well. Winslow?" "I definitely sent the message to the group chat," I say and grab my phone from my pocket. I open my inbox and let out a sharp gasp. I sent the message to the wrong group chat. How? How? How? How did I make such a mistake? "Winslow?" I sigh and close my eyes. I bow my head. I dare not meet his eyes right now.