The normal Ellen would be yelling at grim for walking around in her house without clothes on, pushing him out of the house but the burning-in-temperature Ellen was far from her original self. She was looking deeply at the tattoo that was inked on the left chest plate of the boy. A heart fastened in chains and drops dripping down. She traced her fingers over the line of drops that disappeared at the bottom of his centred chest.
Whether it was of the increasing temperature of her body or her mind playing tricks again by imagining things as a foggy memory of a tattoo flashed in before disappearing within seconds. Suddenly, an emotion emerged on the surface somewhere from under the depths and began dwelling in her heart. Fear. Fear of losing. She folded her fingers back in a fist and placed her face over grim's chest, right where his heart was located. Grim was left speechless again. What was she doing? Had the rain gone to her head?
