ELENA'S POV

Tonight was definitely something else.

I stared at my oversized figure in the mirror, feeling myself slowly disappear as the hot steam from the shower totally enveloped the whole of me.

My fingers combed my hair backwards, willingly letting the water stream down my face, recalling the bitter sweet experiences I have had recently.

I moved my wet hands to upwards, feeling the tiny bandage on my neck. The fear on his face when we both saw it, his stern face when he insisted on treating it by himself.

Yet the gentle movements on his wrists felt much better than the flowers I have ever received from Raymond.The...