This one-on-one thread belongs to @ravenDivinity and @Sightles. The universe is the biggest love story ever told. It came into being with crashing passion, and it danced still like that for aeons until it conceived life. The stuff of dreams was born, and even the gods and guardians were humbled. The universe is love because the universe is all, and all are the universe. A New Heaven and a New Earth Messenger bag slung over his shoulder, Vincent locked the door to the house as he departed. He hurried himself down the driveway and onto the main road, and he walked due north to the creek. The summer sun kissed his skin, a soft mix between the tan and the pale; his keen, warm, secretive eyes yielded to the star with a kind morning greeting, and so the sun blessed him on his way as he went. Streams and strips of sunlight played between the branches of solid oak trees hanging overhead. The leaves stirred with gentle wind while Vincent Clark, young and 17, approached the typical meeting spot where his dear friend would join him to spend their free time together and where the tall oaks sheltered and beckoned them to arrive. There the brunet fell to the lush, dewy grass, a small smile playing on his lips with his phone and sketchbook in his lap, and he began to sketch a bright red cardinal nested in one of the trees surrounding the little sanctuary he had. Clark waited his fair time for his companion patiently; he knew that everyone rose at different hours. But he was duly very aware of his friend, who he also knew wouldn't bail on him without an explanation. If his friend was occupied or busy, Vincent would've already received a text message or something. It soon came to fruition, however, that long nights spent without sleep taxed him fairly and that he'd waited far too long for his friend to maintain consciousness, and Vincent fell to a quiet nap at the roots of the tree, fingers laced together over his chest, rising up and down gently.