It was 12pm and she was taking a break from work, looking out over the small lake watching the duck’s wake criss-cross the glassy water. The sun was out but the air was crisp as she took in deep inhalations, wondering if the fog in her head would ever clear so she could find a way out of the rut she was stuck in. She wanted passion, fervour and zeal. Life was too short for anything less. He wondered as he wandered around...

Natalie and I had been distant friends for years. We grew up in the same areas and attended the same schools, knowing each other only by name, not who we were or what we did. But there had always been that connection between us. The glances where both of our eyes meet and we seemed to be thinking the same thing, whatever those thoughts were I really wasn’t sure at that stage. As we grew older and more aware of who we were...