"Follow me," she said.
He took a moment to appreciate her. She wasn't always stable but she had sparks that ignited his entire being.
She smelled of whiskey and summer air and her eyes smiled beyond her soulless obscurities.
Where flowers bloomed, that is where you would find her.
She only ever loved when she was feeling crazy, but for him that was enough. Crazy love.
"Don't you know how dangerous to the soul she can be?" his subconscious whispered. Does it really matter? He already knew the answer but sometimes answers only lead to more questions and he was too busy admiring her wondrous ways to ever solve his own puzzles.
Instead, he'd try to solve hers.
Maybe he never would, but maybe he could spend forever trying.
She was worth forever.