"Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives,

but constellations in their eyes. 

Other people are born with stars at their feet,

but their souls are lost at sea."

- Perspectives, Nikita Gill

She was a caged bird with the love for wind. She was a fish with the yearning for land. She drowned but not seen. She screamed but not heard. Sandara Park was lightning waiting to strike. 

He was rough around the edges, but he wasn't soft inside. His soul was black, but his heart was not made of gold. They called Jiyong  Kwon trouble, and they were right. He came and went with trouble trailing in his wake. He was thunder, waiting to startle. 

They were so wrong for each other that the edges fitted perfectly. She was lightning and he was thunder. They were inseparable. But the timing was off.

It always was.