Ashes of dreams

YIREN'S POV

It's been three days. Three days since the fire. The cuts and bruises I had suffered are scabbed now, healed on the surface, but deep inside, I'm still raw. Zian who's been checking on me daily, gave me the all-clear. Physically, I'm fine. At least that's something. But emotionally? Mentally? I'm a wreck.

I try to stay busy, try to distract my restless mind, but each time I close my eyes the charred remains of that place haunt me. All my hopes and dreams gone in an instant.

I feel like I'm drifting through my days, trying to ignore the fact that I'm avoiding Jun. I've been talking to him, yes, through texts here and there, but I can't bring myself to call him. Not yet. Whenever he called me, I didn't answer or messaged him back "I'm busy." Or "Message you at night."