Triangles

I looked out to the ocean and at all its beauty, going on endlessly. It was so majestic, like a living force that you simply had to respect. At that very second, I stubbed my pinky toe, totally and completely destroying the sentimental moment. I grumbled and looked down through the clear shallow water to find the murderer of my toe's future. Instead I found myself fixated on a spiraling seashell, with a disorientating array of color and patterns. Before the next foamy wave could wash it away, I snatched it from the sand. The unique beauty took my breath away, just like the sea had. I wanted it for myself; to make this wonder of the world mine, and mine alone. Someone called my name, and I turned to see Lilian waving to get my attention. It was time to head back. I turned to look at the sea one more time, and then at the shell, and I decided that even abiotic wonders of the world deserve to be left together.

This is the story of Lilian and Matthews.
And how I intercepted their love.