It mixed with more tears until her head ached, pounded under the pressure of all the half truths. She breathed deeply trying to calm her rolling stoma...h again. She leaned her head against the cool tiles and tried to focus on just one thing. She sobbed softly when that one thing became his face in her mind. ‘Oh Daniel,’ she whispered. She felt his strong arm about her waist and allowed herself to collapse against him. ‘Shh, sweetheart, I’m right here,’ he whispered as he buried his face against. Luxury yachts and jet skis neatly lined across all of the island's lagoons and bays. Even the jungles, long conserved as nature reserves for decades, were developed into fashionable nature party hotpots. From all across the globe, people flocked to enjoy themselves on an island paradise like no other. A well watered money tree designed to milk the thousands of foreigners dry of their holiday funds.However, a certain chain of events was about to change it all. Somewhere within the interior was a. That wasn’t his fault at al, this wasn’t a psychological issue it was a physiological one. He had been taking the blue and white “ candies” from next door, and their effect on him had been an inhibitory one. It lowered his energy, his sex drive had vastly diminished, his metabolism slowed down, he was becoming more passive. In short, the drug was turning him into a wimp, and he was completely unaware.Heck, he even grabbed a handful of the blueberry and liquorice “candies” as he rushed off to. He knew he'd lost his battle, but by now he wondered if it had beenworth the fighting. What had there been to fight for anyway: a return toa life outside?What life?Bathing in his new world of warmth and empathy he looked back on hismonths of struggling - his compulsive focusing on everything black andthreatening. His hanging on to beliefs and prejudices that in truth hadnever been his, had they? They were his father's: the arrogant machismo,the homophobic insecurity.He'd won more by losing..