When Zed first met Cecilia, things were in flux to begin with. Her presence didn't exactly help though. All it really did was tip an already unstable set of scales. But she made Zed happy. Happier than he had ever been in his life. And happier than he would be for a very, very ... very long time. Between his parents' double suicide, foster homes, development of several drug dependancies and arising phobias, his life never quite achieved a state of "normality" ever again. If you were to look at it really carefully, she was the point of no return for Zed. Only he didn't ever know it - not when there was time, not when it was too late and certainly not when he went out to search for her again.
Oftentimes, he would compare himself to the Prince of Chaos, on his own quest to rescue the Princess of Dreams. He would dream of mounting a Frost Wyrm to avoid the eyes of the Duke and his minions. Not that his search for Cecilia faced any such obstacles. Well nothing so obvious and dramatic. All he faced was an ocean and his own mind.
But then Cecilia betrayed him. No, she didn't betray him. He wasn't sure. Countless nights had been spent and many more would still pass as the conflict raged in his mind. In between the bouts of fear and hope and love and something that bordered on hate, he replayed sketchy memories of his last days with her before her sudden departure. Before everything went completely pear shaped, as they say.
This is, this was Zed. He who loved Cecilia and didn't even know it. Or he thought that he might. But no, he couldn't possibly. Zed in white and grey and with a red belt.
Good luck Zed.
Till it rains on your parade.
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