"Tumingin ka sa 'kin. Kinakausap pa kita," he commanded with his eyes glimmering as he looked at her directly. "Everything you see is not all that's in me." There were no stars to wish upon, so he just grabbed her arm and whispered to the wind. Jayden was so used to it. For her, it was always cold that she never tried to ask the world to be warm. But everyone shivers in a certain way. Jaxen held her arm, said a word underneath his breath. 'Leave'. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She closed her eyes and tried to leave but she could feel his warm hand against her skin. She hated how she wants Jaxen to show exasperation. She was so sick of feeling the thrill of deception and how she actually loves it, but the art of sins was so exquisite she couldn't resist. And so they painted the story in which people thought was ugly. Not all art forms represent a subject matter truthfully. Some came in abstract form. People say it's a mindful game.