The Fitting

There was a kind of sincerity in Jin’s voice that threw me into the depths of confusion. What was that possessiveness in his voice?

What did he mean he was sorry he let me fall? Or that he’d fall before watching me do so? I mean, that was sweet but why would he want to feel that way with me?

Kieran’s laughter abruptly died down upon seeing what Jin was doing. He watched with narrowed eyes as Jin grasped my hand, and I could have sworn I saw anger ignite in his eyes.

What was getting him so pissed? Was it because Jin was helping me up and cutting his entertainment short? If so, to provoke him even further, I took Jin’s hand and allowed myself to be lifted up by this beautiful soul with a matching beautiful face.

However, as my hand met with Jin’s, I found it cold against my palm, sending the jitters coursing within me. I couldn't resist getting lost staring into the depths of his eyes, searching for something I couldn't pinpoint in their golden glint.

It took Mom’s call for me to