Collins Aiden instinctively embraced her, gently tracing the corners of her mouth with his head bowed, as if consoling a temperamental child.
In the end, realizing she was trembling, he stopped all his movements, just holding her, breathing heavily. Eventually, he let her go, turned over, got out of bed, and headed into the bathroom for a cold shower.
Leaving behind a Ella lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
As she looked on, tears suddenly began to stream down the corners of her eyes.
When Collins reentered, what he saw was her lying motionless, like a soulless doll, quietly on the bed.
"Collins, if I keep being like this, won't we never be able to be together like normal people?" Ella spoke softly, her beautiful eyes turning towards Collins, suddenly brimming with tears.
"I scared you," Collins stepped forward, lifting her from the bed, tenderly stroking her hair.
In his cold eyes, a complex light lingered.