The more he yearned for her, the more he realised how unattainable she was; how she was just a figment of his imagination. She was one with the wind; never to be tainted yet unaware of how much power she wielded over him, how a swish too sudden would sway him into calamitous action. Like Icarus's wings in the sun, she melted into pure nothingness. Reality was too unbearable for him. His unquelled passion and desire devoured him, his demons dragging him into an abyss of his own creation.