He fell for her the moment he saw her at the lake... His hands following the rough edges of the pebbles all beneath him. Looking through, it's never been like this... Watching the waters trickle like consequences, alone. In the torch, not caring whether his skin will peel. The slow flops of the fish, the Maya's, the trees... Everything was rustling, except for his heart. He wondered why when he wandered, his face would flush fresh tomatoes.

A breeze following his every step caressing...