This is how quick love is, a single look. It hits them harder than a speeding car. They don't see each other for months, years. The heart doesn't forget. Memories of Leon move in orbit around her. Ada holds the crossbow. An arrow speeds into the eye of a zombie. It isn't killing, it's mercy and it defines her as much as the color red, but only Leon wakes her. They make love in the silence of their dreams, knowing every scar as their own. They don't say it, "I love you." It is a truth written on their bones.