He was strange.
Firstly there were his eyes. One aqua, one brown as a muddy puddle.
What really set him apart was the yearning.
Never giving him a moments peace.
One day, he stood barefoot on the road. Convinced the yearning would guide him to the house by the Ocean, which haunted his dreams. He walked.
Days, weeks, months.
Black tar and blistered feet.
The yearning left when he found the house.
The woman was expecting him.
It was her eyes he noticed first. One aqua, one brown as a muddy puddle.