Sam sighed as he looked over the ledge, his jeans taught as his legs bent over the edge of the wooden beam he sat on below the bridge. Under him was at least a 100 foot drop into a small brook that babbled so far below, yawning into a larger expanse of water riddled with tall grass and reeds, miscellaneous garbage breaking the reflective surface.

He knew as he gazed down that Diov was just past the reaches of the pond's limits, underneath was hidden the world that greatly resembled his, except it was the opposite. He also knew that he new found best friend was there too. And Sam wanted him. He wanted to be with him.

"Mas.." He whispered to the wind as he lamented the loss of the other boy, hoping with all his might that one day they could see each other again, that one day their paths would cross and Fate would allow them to entertwine in her grasp and break the laws of the universe to be together and act as boys do at their age. But deep down, he knew just as well that his longing was a dream.

And that it would never again be reality.

Despite how much  he tried to imagine it so.