Beneath the Oran tree is where we sat. Every now and then, its ripened berries would fall to the grass beside us in a cerulean blur. The Sun's radiant light dripped through the overhanging limbs, an intangible water through a sieve flowing down from a palette of rosy reds and vivid violets far above us.

He sat beside me once again, his mere presence filling every inch of me with more warmth than that brilliant Sun could ever hope to.

What was it that made me fall for him again?

Was it his kind spirit that refused to rest until every injustice around him had ceased existing?

Was it his weathered face that had seen every end of this expansive planet, absorbing the fruits of the world into his visage?

Was it his unflinching loyalty to his friends, those fortunate enough to form a bond with a young man of simple ideals that would defend his band of merry battlers to his death?

"I can't wait until we set out again tomorrow," he spoke up suddenly. "Relaxing like this is nice, but I'm itching to get back out into that tall grass again."

I remember now.

It's that look in his eyes and that determined smile; that expression that can push through every trial and trouble that the world could muster. It was a fire inside him that overflowed from his entire being and bathed me in a burning rush of ambition. It was an ecstatic excitement of every sense I had.

"You're still coming with me, right?" he asked.

I unfurled my arm and leaned back, the Sun now outlining his broad figure.

"Until the very end."