It was forbidden, that which drew them together, to eachothers' arms and hearts for basic comfort in stolen moments of solitude and late nights. For Alfons, it was the stigma he had always been told of but had never accepted as true; that image of an unclean people, of low level humans that she came from, those called 'Zigeuners' with a distasteful utterance. For Noa, there were barriers of pride and fear to be broken; there were the Romani laws of purity, of strict chastity, that were meant to be upheld at all times. They should have had no business talking to each other, let alone befriending, comforting, loving each other.
And yet, between a dying youth and an outcast among outcasts, there was no time or merit left to be given in honoring pointless taboos. Only their momentary wholeness, their completion, their new, secret world that no one else could touch had honor of its own.