Like an unanswered question, this story is open to your interpretation, so do with it what you will. * He's lost his everything. She has nothing to lose. HIS mind is clutching to the memory of her - the brown of her eyes, the ground beneath HIS feet. HIS thoughts however, keep wandering to HER, toward the blue - to the water he knows he may drown in, to the skies above HIS head that he could fly in. - This story is numbered in letters. - The chapters will begin at 'A' and end at 'z' - that is all that I have planned. - Anything that happens in between A and z will stay between A and z. - Nothing more, nothing less. *You may not understand the story, and in complete honesty, neither do I. There are purposeful blanks for you to fill in. I've always wanted to write a story in a style like this, and I hope you enjoy it.