There was a man standing at the water's edge.
Jollz, a spirited young man in his best years, stood alone on the beach, gazing over the aquamarine water with his unique russet spheres. His many-colored hair danced lightly in the ocean breeze. He tried to keep still despite his impatient excitement as he crossed one high-heeled foot behind the other. He wore an opaline bikini top, his platinum back covered only by a thin bit of string, and a tight peach miniskirt showed the shape of his hips and the platinum tone of his legs. His hair was woven into a color-mixed braid, complementing his burning pale visage. A noticeable sigil provided proof of his descent. Furry ears flicked at the top of his head, and he twitched his heterochromatic tail. Beautiful wings sprouted from his back. He stood, awaiting his love.
It all started when he found himself in mortal danger. He truly feared that his life would end that day, but Edward was his unexpected savior. From then on, he cared about him with every fiber of his being, but Edward switched from warmth to coldness in a flash, struggling with his inner anguish. But he was there for him no matter how many times he tried to push him away. That was how it was to this very day.