CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

RONIN.

"Damn it!" I yelled in anger before grabbing the glass from the counter and throwing it across the room. It crashed by the window side and scattered all around the room.

I shook my head, finding it hard to believe that it had happened, yet again.

I had allowed my crude instinct to take over me and do the things I despised so much. I hated the fact that I couldn't control myself the whole time it happened. All I could do was struggle to come back to my resolutions at that time, but it just seemed impossible.

It felt as if I was controlled by an outer, powerful force, one I could do nothing to stop. And now as I looked back at that moment, I felt so empty and shocked, and all my emotions seemed so vague. I couldn't bring myself to talk to anybody at this point.

Without another word, I hit the wall with my firmly clenched fingers, but at the same time I knew it couldn't be reversed now. It had happened and there was no way I could change the hands of time.

I remembered how sh