I'm pretty sure I could have prevented this inevitable fall out.

You are my storm.

EXT. MOUNTAINS - DAY

An ominous forest fills the frame. The only sound is that of distant cicadas chirping in a monotonous hum. A slight wind blows through the trees

A YOUNG MAN (mid-20s, Chinese) walks into frame, his body made small when standing in front of the forest. The sound of cicadas are drowned out by a crescendo of wind and white noise static. Hesitantly, the YOUNG MAN walks towards the forest, his figure being slowly engulfed in the shadows of the trees until finally, he has completely walked into the forest.

TITLE FADES IN: To Shed These Roots

Once I wanted to be the greatest.

"Melt me down into big black armor leave no trace of grace..."

Moving on.

He thought to himself, "It was nice to see you, again. I had forgotten about your smile." And for everything that had slipped into the cracks of their collective memories, they had remained consistent in their defiance to be forgotten. To rebuild, but not with each other. To simply rebuild; the vagueness of it all served as a reminder of all things eternal and mysterious, true and exaggerated. And "I missed you" transcended the triteness of sex, of hand holding, of kisses, of touches and of mutable desires. It was the final maturation of the things that had connected the two.

Tien Tien

5 minutes more, please. Content to be delayed.

This is the part where I run.

I think I am scared of her. And this fucking island. But mainly her.

Split personality functionality.

I have this paralyzing fear of commitment.  It's rearing its ugly head, again.