Preface
He just sat there, looking so peaceful and still, but angry at the same time. How could somebody be so beautiful? I wanted to know him, to meet him and tell him my name, and to learn his. I wanted to look at his eyes and see what color they were, to compare his height to mine, to determine the exact shade of his hair. I wanted to walk up the steps carved into the steep cliff, tap his shoulder, and say "hi, my name is Abby. I want to get to know you." But I couldn't. He was like a raging storm, packed into one human body that stood at the top of this cliff. And as I watched on in horror, the beautiful storm leapt off the cliff and dove deep into the Pacific Ocean. He only looked up at me right before his body slammed into the water.
