How To Save A Life

Chapter Eighteen: Retaliation

Sometimes we do things because of love. We do it out of love. We do it because we thought it was love. We fail to see the bigger picture. We fail to see that what we are doing was not love anymore.

Dara was staring blankly in the air for as long as she could remember she then wiped off her tears as she pushed herself to stand up. She walked to the kitchen and then to the sink. She turned the faucet on and quickly splashed water on her face as she inhaled deeply. She then went to her room and wiped her face with the towel as she pulled decent clothes out of her cabinet.

After getting dressed she walked her way back to the studio as she saw him still working on the painting as he was shifting his body here and there, focus still on the canvas as he was stroking his brush, giving details to what he was painting. Dara silently walked to him as she stared at what he was doing.

It was still not complete but then she could already see what he was painting and it left her in awe as she stared on how he applied each detail. She can’t help not to think how he was really detailed in his works which made it more fascinating. ‘You finally decided on the theme?’ she asked.

Jiyong stood straight as he turned around blinking at her. He drifted his eyes on the glass wall on his left only to see the sky slowly lighting up as the sun was rising up. Jiyong smiled as he walked close to her and landing a quick peck on her lips which made her stiff. ‘Well yeah,’ he grinned. ‘Good morning by the way,’ he added as he turned his back and went back to his painting.

‘What is it?’ she asked sitting on the floor staring at him. ‘You’ll soon see,’ he chuckled as she glared at him. ‘How am I going to guide you when you don’t want me to know the theme,’ she mumbled as he let out a chuckle. He then turned to her. He saw her there sitting mumbling things as she was crossing her arm over her chess. He soon placed down the brush he was holding together with the pain as he sat across her with a bright smile.

She levelled her gaze at him as she stared at his face with smudges of paint. He then leaned to her claiming her lips. Kissing her gently as their eyes fluttered closed. He chuckled as he pulled away from her. ‘Sweet,’ he mumbled landing one quick peck on her lips for the last time. ‘Red strings of fate,’ he said still sitting across her.

‘Why?’ she asked. Jiyong grabbed the book on his side and gave it to her. ‘Sorry I borrowed it without any permission,’ he chuckled. ‘I just found out how interesting the myth is,’ he breathed out staring at the glass wall on his side. The sky was starting to brighten up. He then looked at her as he laced his fingers on her hand that was pressing against the floor.

‘I just found out that we are connected by the red strings of fate,’ he smiled brightly at her as she blinked at him like he was slowly going insane. ‘How are you sure?’ she asked. ‘You sounded sure,’

‘Because I am sure,’ he chuckled. ‘The myth said that when people were born they were tied with the red strings of fate that stretches across time and space, it might get tangled but it will never ever break,’