COLDEN’S POV

At times, my head was aching asking why I did not get bored of staring at Eira. I had no special feelings, I was sure—am I sure?

My heart was pumping so recklessly. I did not mind if she melt due to my stare. I held a small flower on the ice floor. I stepped slowly towards her. The world seemed slowly moving while I was marching in her direction. She created narrowed eyes while observing me putting the small yellow flower at the back of her right ear. I thought she would be frowned. She made a lovely stretch in her lips. She grasped the flowers, chuckling,...