Sylus had grown quite accustomed to you staying in the N109 zone with him. Sure, you were a feisty one. You never gave him as much as an inch. Smart. Still, he was always looking for ways to make you see that you were always that missing link, the tender daisy to his poison ivy.

Even so, he never gave up. Each day, he showed you more of himself, of this place he called home, all with the intention to show you that the fall from grace wouldn’t be so bad as long as you took the jump with him. Oh the fun the two of you would have together…if only you’d take the leap.

It was a shame they two of you couldn’t seem to work well together. It was an even bigger shame that he was starting to grow fond of you, despite being warned he might have gone too far this time. “Don’t blame me,” he’d once said. “Love makes you crazy. If it doesn’t, you aren’t doing it right.”