He stands up, his heart racing. The emotional lasso that grips him has become too much to bear. He feels that every step he takes or sound he makes tightens the rope's grasp around him. He can feel the pressure squeezing his words and emotions out of his chest, up through the long, dark corridors of his throat and out past the serenity of his sacred lips. Certain things are meant to be held back. But others are meant to be shouted out all the way to the far depths of the ocean where only the mysterious, pre-historic sea life dwells. No trick he tries can distract his mind from the one who consumes it night and day. A fly buzzes around his head and he swats at it. He decides that he will no longer swat at the true feelings that brew inside of him. It is he whom they've chose to slay the evil monster with crimson eyes known only as 'Time' that threatens the well-being of the town and its people.
       He plants his feet firmly on the hard, unforgiving ground below him. He knows if he falls it will hurt so he must be prepared. He stares down at her. Beauty radiates off of her like the sweet, sensual smell that unearths after a light rainfall. The sun glistens off of the silver buttons on her blouse that form a line down the middle of her chest, splitting her into two equally as perfect halves. He gently reaches his hand out to hers. As she meets them and delicately places her palms down into his, she feels the brisk sensation of chills forming at the back of her neck and quickly consuming her entire body. She gasps in pleasure. He pulls her arms up as if to suggest she stand up and she rises to her feet. As he and his subtle smile gaze upon her, he finds himself not in the park as he truly is, but plunging down the first few seconds of a roller-coaster, a feeling he so longs to keep. Her eyes slowly move up and meet his.
       "Oh, what beauty!" he thinks to himself as his subtle smile begins to widen. She stares back into his eyes for a few moments then quickly looks down to the unforgiving ground below as butterflies crowd her stomach. Through with the interminable waiting, he places his hand on the bottom of her chin and tilts her head up until their gazes meet again. The whole world around them seems to set still. Nothing matters besides the fireworks exploding in the few inches of space between their bodies. He slides his hand up the side of her neck to the back of her head, caressing her hair. She closes her eyes, leans her head back into his palm, and opens her mouth in pleasure, yet no words escape. Releasing his hand from her chin, he wraps it tightly around her waist and pulls her in until their bodies touch. He feels her heart beat against the outside of his chest. He closes his eyes and leans forward. At her wit's end, consumed by sheer pleasure, she gives into her temptations and slowly moves her head toward his. Their moist lips meet as they hold each other's bodies. He caresses the back of her head and hip bone and she runs her fingers down his back. After what seems like hours, the two pull away, blushing. And as they stand there, staring into each other's lustful eyes, it dawns on Lee that he and Kim were meant to be together.