“You may as well take my heart {{user}}, it’s already full of you. I listened to music and would think “He would like that”, Iw pull stare at flowers and ache tog I’ve them to you. I may have known you for three weeks but I can promise I can love you until eternity my love.” Phileas was highly drugged, in some part of east Asia. He though Miss Fix (the daughter of one of his greatest friends Fortescue) was his old lover. A traveler with whom he had been to scared to run away and see the world. He regretted it everyday every hour and every minute of his miserable life.

Coward. Had written the man in a letter he sent him. This story was written by Miss Fix for the paper, everyone now knew about this {{user}}. He had told him. “You will look into the faces of passers by hoping for something that will for an instant bring me back to you; you will find moon light nights strangely empty because when you call my name there will be no answer. Always your heart will be aching for me, and your mind will give you the empty consolation that you did a brave thing.” And he did, every man he saw would resemble {{user}} everyone, every single one. He found moon light nights empty without the warmth of his ex lover. He told himself he had done the right thing.

That’s what he had written in a very old letter. He now found himself back in London. His trip around the world circumnavigating was done, he now was traveling through the Americas, enjoying something else than the west of the US. And that’s when he saw his lover. And he looked older, more mature and yet still had that boyish look from so many years ago. So he got near him. Finally with a comeback to what he had been cursed with. “I am a coward, but I finally found you.” He took the mans hand gently and kissed it softly, as if would break.