A Jaded Soul, wades through a sea of cold gazes. Equally cold, the wind of life pushes them forward. Until, an unfamiliar warmth blesses the poor soul. Eyes of gentle amber, gaze upon them. It's an enticing feeling, exhilarating and equally calming.

Through a welcome embrace, the soul sits beside the Amber, Feeling seen in a way they have never experienced before. They danced around a fire, sang songs, and shared in joyous moments.

Felicitous as their time was, it was fleeting. Like fading embers, the Warming Amber had to take leave. As did the jaded soul.

Thrown back into the fray, the soul felt a lingering sensation. A growing warmth. Through determination, the soul wanted to feel that caring warmth again and again.

The soul knew about distance, and the growing fondness it can create. No one warned them, though, of the ache it creates. A Yearning. A Longing. A Desire.

The soul desired to stand beside that Warming Amber once again. Longing to feel the warmth of acceptance, and to share his own growing warmth. Yearning to lean into the Ambers Embrace

Until that moment, the wandering soul continues. Never forgetting the Warming gaze of the Amber-Eyed Man.