Reality is fickle
Prologue
"Cato…"
"Shh, Glim. Soon, the others will be awake and we'll be back to reality. But right now, all I want is you."
A tear welled up in Glimmer's eye, which Cato reached for, and took away. "And all I want is you."
"Then what's the problem?" Cato frowned. He had never been overly deep with emotion, even if he did whisper sweet things to Glimmer in the night.
"Like you said, its not real. Either way, one of us will be dead and heart-broken. Its not going to work."
"But just for now. To fuel our reason for doing this whole thing. Keeping each other alive is the one thing we need to do! Now, can we make this happen? Can we make this real?" Cato stared at Glimmer, at her shifting eyes and her sighs. "Glimmer?" His voice cracked, and there was so much sincerity in his eyes that Glimmer nodded, without a thought.
"Yes Cato."
They both smiled at each other, their matched beauty. Well, almost.
Cato reached up and lifted a stray blonde streak of Glimmer's hair, hooking it around her ear. He leaned in, and finally, their lips met for the third time that night.