None of them knew what the time was, whether it was 10 or 11, all they knew was the hour hand had ended with the two of them again. And now every tick of the minute hand became a prayer that somehow the time would slow down. For it should never pass the midnight chime.
Because for once after a very long time, Jin had finally feared losing again. It felt like today was all he had to have her in his arms.
If the night could hide the crime and the secret, couldn't it hide the pain too? Without pain, she would come back to him then. He didn't need to steal or fight the hours 'till dawn because she would be his.
But... 'It's not possible, right?' Jin's lips curled in a bitter yearning. The fact was her heart had long been stolen by someone else.
After all these years, why only now did he feel regret? For all those missing seven years in isolation, if he hadn't given up in everyone and everything, wouldn't he have met her first? Love her first?
