Echo sat on a rock, her back to the rest of the nymphs. Narcissus had left long ago, searching for another mirror; she moved on. There was someone she wanted to see again, the boy whom had visited her two years ago and promised to relieve her of her curse; there hadn't been a day where she had not thought about him. Leo.

"Echo?!" a figure emerged from the tree's; a Hispanic guy with a mass of dark curly hair on his head.

"I'm back." He said a wild grin on his face.

"Back." Echo whispered, running to hug him.