Pure and violent feelings mixed, creating a thunderous torrent of conflict. They swirled under the bellowing sky to be set free, to find a place, a sense of direction they could use to get rid of the massive force propelling them.
A sense of hopelessness, a drop of happiness and a tide of sadness overwhelmed Lia. Her conflicting thoughts interrupted her intense feelings, forcing a deep hole to rip in her chest.
A step. A second step. Further and further away did that lonely figure go. Saltiness rubbed the corner of Lia's lips and her feet wanted to carry her to that person.
And she realised what it meant to face an old loved one. None of the elders she has seen again were met with a single feeling but hatred and wrath of her. Yet why did she think it wasn't any different if she met someone she used to care for?
Uneasiness fueled by loss emerged in her head. Despite her hatred towards Min, would she falter before him just like now if she saw him?
