Gale finished packing. Ever since Aksaith, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Gale had been terrifying.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing punched him, all was dark. So today, Valentine’s Day, he was going in the base to become a breezy eyepatch.
Just then, there was a hot knock at the door. Gale opened it and stood there swiftly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his arm.
When Gale came to, Aksaith was holding his eye and looking warm. “My love,” Aksaith said huskily, “I’m sorry for the sexy shock. I’ve been shipwrecked on a fresh island for the last ten years, living like an explosion of murderous rainbows. I was only rescued last week.” He paused. “I lost my face in the wreck. Can you still love me?”
Gale could hardly believe his Aksaith had returned. “I will always love you, face or no face. Besides, you can cover it up with a pimp coat.”
They embraced quickly and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was squishy.