INSIDE MONSTER. THE FUGITIVE.

CHAPTER 7: SWEET REUNION

Only one step... it was all that was left for everything to be over. She was afraid of this instead. She was afraid to lose everything while the eyes of love looked at her - the eyes of the man Ian SolHi loved more than her own life.

Those eyes instead looked at her coldly, with that coldness of ice that hurt one's heart like hell. Yet, she didn't want to see the eyes of love like that. No, she didn't want to see them looking with hatred and contempt at her, with that cold that cut her inside, which stopped the flow of her blood through her veins and even her breath in her chest. The cold made her regret the decisions she took that day. Even so, Ian SolHi had no power to turn back time or change something.

Actually, even if she knew that she couldn't turn back time, SolHi still hoped that it would be possible one day. She wanted to turn back time at least for a few moments and change one single detail. What exactly? Not to hurt Him, the one she loved the most, but who made her so unhappy at that moment when she saw the pain in his eyes, which seemed the eyes of a demon at that moment.

Life had its course instead, just as time had its own flow. SolHi couldn't turn back time or change that small detail she wanted so badly to change. She could only look into DooSan's eye, regret the past and the decisions she made, and cry, inside her, the unhappiness that took over both of them. SolHi saw it clearly in his eyes - hatred, in those eyes that kept staring at her while fear was seen in her eyes - fear of losing him.

Suddenly, SolHi winced, hearing DooSan's question, „What? Surprised to see me here?" Questions that made her shudder inside because of the coldness used by the man to say those words, coldness that perfectly reflected the hatred inside him.

SolHi smiled eventually, something that amazed DooSan, who kept looking straight into her eyes. Her eyes instead looked on the sly at those red lips she adored, but from which she didn't feel warmth or desire as she had felt so many times before coming from him. Only her lips, the color of a ripe peach, were sketching a sad and weird smile, wishing only one thing - the kiss.

However, the kiss she wanted didn't come. At the same time, the love between them was too late to be felt again, even if the love was so alive in SolHi's soul. Yet, no scent of love was felt coming from DooSan... only hatred and that cold polar wind that made SolHi often shudder and fear.

She wasn't afraid for her life, which was hanging on a very thin thread while her right leg was practically stepping into the void, and her left leg was barely touching the edge of the roof. No. What SolHi feared was the same thing she had always feared since she got to know him - that DooSan, blinded by his hatred and desire to get revenge, would release the collar of her coat, which he was squeezing hard at that moment and would turn himself into a criminal though. If this had happened, he would have gotten to the same place of terror called jail where one is treated like a nobody, worse than one could treat a rat. And, as SolHi didn't want this, as she didn't want to see him suffer more than she was seeing that he was suffering at that moment, she kept squeezing his wrists, dreaming of being able to make him think rationally again and not curse his life by trying to make hers a hell, like a reward for all those times he suffered because of her.

Hearing DooSan's next question, „Are you afraid?" SolHi winced again. Yet, she didn't answer that question. She only smiled: bitterly and sadly, although her soul wanted so badly to cry. Yes, SolHi wanted to cry, but not because of everything that had happened to her in time or because she felt wronged, but because she saw her face mirrored in the black and shiny retina of his eyes, a reflection that made her close her eyes for a few moments, feeling nausea because of herself.

Then, she smiled again. „I look so terrible in his eyes," she thought while having her eyes closed. After this, opening her eyes again and looking at DooSan, SolHi saw him frowning. She didn't understand what could confuse or enrage him if he frowned and she didn't care about this. She only decided that it was time to answer his question and said, „To be afraid of what? Of death?"