Forget-Me-Not

In the absence of mists on the blades of grass chased in scorching daylight, the basking golden rays as Elion glanced at the frost growing over the windows, the stifling air laced on his sheer skin.

Aroused by an invigorating, bone-chilling cold that seeps straight through the warmest layers of his coat, he planned to venture outside.

With that decision in mind, Elion was, in return, drawn to a string of an unexpected connection of a woman having the strands of tangled gold highlighted against her cascading ocean gaze-radically altering the twisted fate of his monotonous life.