Because storms had always been their middle — where their collisions resided and their flowers were kept. It was that bittersweetness contained in their inner havoc that had made her who she was, drawn who she wanted to be; sculpted what she wanted to have and what led them where they were supposed to be.

And as Jiyeon looked up to the apocalypse forming above her head like a prelude to something bigger, she couldn't help but wonder if that was the moment they'd been waiting for since the very beginning and if the flashes tearing the sky apart had been hoping for their arrival just as anxiously as they did.