The day had ended and he found sleep impossible with his mind swimming in images and emotions inspired by her. Loving her was the easiest and at the same time the most exhausting task for him. Easy because nothing there was no other sensation that felt as good or as natural as loving her. Exhausting because he had to tear himself apart to be around her. His eyes were the biggest offenders. When he looked at her he couldn’t help but love her and that was his downfall. To Jadie this was probably percieved as an awkard sadness, but he was not sad. Really this was the look of silent agony.