"How can I find you?"
"Hunt me down by smoke signals and interpretive dance."
And so he began his journey.

It was a rainy night. The dampness adding to the already grimy city. A bar light cast a nauseating shadow on the pavement in a section of town that was forgotten by society. A society that fit into a certain class, already categorized for life. But it didn't matter, he was waiting for her.
It had been months of searching, through heartache on the verge of giving up. But every time he was on the brink, he got closer.

She arrived, sunken and broken. He wanted to run to her but fear kept his feet firmly planted to the ground. She made the first move.