The Other Side of Midnight

Hayes was a free-spirited artist who saw the world in a wash of vibrant, chaotic colors.

Ione, a meticulous portographer, viewed life as a series of perfectly straight lines and right angles.

They met at a library -Hayes on a mission to find map in the library where Ione works.

Ione analyzing blueprints on her book-

Hayes, armed with a perpetually attractive grin, had made it his personal mission to bring a little more chaos into Ione's ordered life.

He would leave her amazed, slightly curious that will add some sparkle to her interest -and a hesitant connection bloomed over shared lattes.

Ione would find herself smiling, despite her best attempts to maintain her professional composure.

One Saturday afternoon, Hayes convinced Ione to come to some exploration with him. Ione, a connoisseur of symmetry and structure, was, to put it mildly, a fish out of water.

She walked with a purpose, her hands clasped behind her back, trying to analyze the map.

Hayes, however, was in his element. He strode through the different directions, his eyes alight with mischief. He stopped in front of a particularly serious-looking marble bust of a different person.

Hayes and Ione were same, an undeniable truth that was the basis of the shared universe-

or that could have been the start of something.