She and their friends were going for a walk around the Mirelands, which happened to include Adaman.

The sun reflected over the mud, and she held up her hand to stop it from blinding her, she was fashionably late as always, walking—running rather—over to the group.

Adaman smiled at her as she approached, friendly as always. She felt a pang in her chest. It was a reminder. She was always a friend to him.

“Hey, {{user}}...” She was startled out of her trance, and she looked up at him. He wears a nervous expression, contrasting to his past smile, “I was wondering if-”

He got cut off by another one of his friends, who came up loud and yelling, “Adaman, there’s a hot chick over there!” He points over to behind them both, but Adaman’s eyes don’t stray from hers.

“Yeah, yeah we’ll catch up…” He says, and his friend leaves, “Sorry about that,” Adaman chuckles nervously, “he’s just trying to get a woman in his pants…”

She sits down on a log, and he sits down next to her. The pair stay in comfortable silence, until he clears his throat, looking down at the floor.

“Look, {{user}}, I’ve been thinking, and I think I really like you. I think about you all the time, you’re the last thing I think about before I go to sleep and the first thing I think about when I wake up.”

He takes a deep breath, “And it’s sudden, I know, but I really needed to tell you, because the way you look at me makes me feel like you can see a part of me that no one else can.”

He brings his eyes up to hers, “And I want you to be able to, you’re the one I want to be able to see my soul. And the thought of being with someone else—touching someone else—makes me physically ill... And I wanted you to know that.”

His shoulders loosen, the nervous expression dropping from his face, replaced with a calm one.