EIRA’S POV

“The scar is so deep. I can’t heal it.” Colden was on the window, standing, viewing the lightness of the sky, the dancing trees while touching by the warmth of the air.

My back rested on the headboard while gazing at his dorsal portion. When I woke up this morning, Colden never went away from my side. He was drowning in deep thoughts.

Did I say something wrong? I remembered that I was crying last night, however, I did not recall what I was saying.

"What does she look like?"

I could not comprehend his question. As he looked at my eyes, I recognized the spark of sadness....