Ball of fire

Jin tossed and turned on the couch restlessly. His chest felt stuffy and he felt difficult to breathe. He stared at Shui, who looked to be sleeping more peacefully than before. He clenched his fists.

What was I doing…Shui is right. I had no right to utter such foolishness.

I am just…How can I say such cruel things to her!

He pressed the space in between his brows, frustration bubbling in his heart. He turned on his side facing Shui and breathed out silently. He closed his eyes slowly, feeling a gentle breeze of sleep lulling his heart with calmness.

'Time might turn back. But fate…might not necessarily change to be in your favor.'

'The red thread of destiny connects two souls who are meant to be with each other. The circumstances, the adversities together form the bridge towards their union.'

Jin's breathing in his sleep slightly grew restless.