"The truth is …"
The truth is that you love me.
She couldn't say the words when he tears away from her so cruelly. When they are not words easily given away, Seol hopes that at least the man would look into her eyes when she does dare to word her own feelings. She reaches out and her fingers bunch on the hem of his sleeve.
"Young master Kang, I have not given you permission to leave."
She tugs at him, hoping that he would turn back. For a moment he remains unyielding, his shoulders taut with resolve. Then, the air stings – cut by the vicious, pointy tip of an arrow. It cuts a path through the motionless air and impales itself into the wooden beam Seol is leaning against – right next to her ear. On its way, it had drawn a hairline of blood. Seo turns with a hiss of an inhale. His frame eclipses her as he stands over her, arms braced on the wood either side of her head.
