There was a way about her that made him look at his own life with a different perspective.

The rat race that surrounded his Corporate work place meant nothing to her.

The way he found himself withdrawing into his own mind sometimes and the way she managed to make him crack a smile even as he teetered around the edges of his own misery.

The way she'd roll her round eyes at him every time she found him pulling them both into the reality that served no other purpose but to ground them to their own limitations--it was beginning to make him very, very weak.

He was weak for her. And that was terrifying.

She was a silly girl with these Bohemian island dreams, wonky tastes in everything,...