Literature
Flames of the Heart
A strange warmth, similar to that of a flame. But it did not scorch him like the rain that kissed his skin the week prior. Calming, quiet, and relaxing, he couldn’t see her, but he knew she was beautiful. She had brushed his bangs aside and laid a cool hand on his fevered skin.
“He has a fever.”
Hyakkimaru didn’t know what that meant, nor did he understand, But from the tone of her voice, it didn’t sound good. Perhaps it meant he wouldn’t be able to fight? But yet he didn’t find himself complaining. Just lying there and listening to the calming sound of her voice was enough.
She left and knew - but