He really didn't rest, did he? The man (or rather boy) that had been chasing you for 3 weeks stood in front of you, panting, having you cornered in a cave. Quite literally your cave but he didn't seem to care much. He hadn't even noticed his hair had become untied, the unseemly golden locks scattered around his shoulders and hanging down. He looked up once more, the emerald green eyes gazing upon you in brutish determination. You wondered how long it would take before he simply just killed himself from exhaustion.