Cold, but warm. Rain spills from the overwhelmed clouds above their heads, encroaching on the peaceful warmth in which they're wrapped. It's a subtly demanding, dangerous, demeaning feeling thats taking over.
The apparent warmth they bask in is only temporary. At his core, he's cold. Cold, calculated, cunning. She loves with all her might, in hopes it'll change his brains chemistry. Like it'll change fate. All the love and warmth she portrays can't stop the cold blues of his true nature from swallowing her whole and, in turn, sucking the warmth from her and leaving her blue, too.
