Zella waited at the front porch of the manure when not a single car drove at the staircase to even check on her. The Calvorite Hall's arson was all over the news, and Zella had to switch off the television at the kitchen earlier, walking out of the staircase to be alone, shoving the maids away upon seeking and laying a hand for help.
She got too preoccupied for the reason of Leo being able to commit a crime out of desperation to see her. Zella recalled how Leo walked inside the hall, holding a small lighter in his palms, illuminated it and throw it at the corner. The fire burst, smoke emerged, but Leo had gone selfish.
The only thing that could never leave her mind after a few hours was his warm touch. His hands that held her steadily in bed, the arms serving as her back, and Leo's cuddles heating up the nights when cold storms can swept your soul out.
