Amidst the splashing water, a fair arm extended from the right side of the beautiful head in the water.
The two hands held the yellow little flower together, raising it to the height level with the surface of the pier. The wet, pretty face looked up at Shard:
"With tonight's story as the stage, before dawn arrives, with you as the protagonist, show me a story of desire, about you."
Purple eyes passionately gazed at Shard:
"On this turbulent earth, use your desire, that ever-burning, insatiable desire, to perform for me the most magnificent drama."
"Desire? What kind of desire?"
"Any desire will do."
She stared at the slowly bending Shard:
"I can see through your heart, I can see your longing. This request isn't difficult for you, is it?"
"What if you can't do it?"
Shard asked, as he bent down to pick up the flower, his face now very close to the face of desire, closer than ever before.
