Their first kiss had been filled with a passion neither had expected. The kiss was more bruising and demanding than gentle and loving, but in that moment this ment nothing. Their kiss had been about them and that was what they were like. Even when no one else could see it sometimes.

It was strange how very few people bothered to see them as they were. Angry and sad and vulnerable. And they hated being like that but that would not be changing anytime soon.

Because of that kiss. It made them feel far too much, to be considered safe, to not mean too much. And so here they were at the verge of disaster.

Both partly knowing and partly only fearing what may come of this.

So their kiss couldn't have been gentle, because then it wouldn't have been so meaningful, then it would have ment that they didn't know what was to come.

It was a little sad that at their age they were aware of so many things, when they should have still been able to do what ever they wanted.

They shouldn't have been thinking of every possible kind of consequences all the time, so much so that it had taken every ounce of courage they had to kiss each other.

But after that it hadn't taken that much courage to do it again.

It felt like melting into one another, becoming a part of each other and it felt really good. It made

both of them feel like they were finally whole.

Despite all the fear and uncertainty they were whole.

They never thought they'd last forever.

It would have been a foolish thing to think and neither of them was foolish.

But sometimes fate does strange things.

They thought they'd be hated.

But apparently fate favored them.

They feared what people might think and say.

But they never heard anything that would have changed their feelings.

And so they lived as one.

Forever and ever.

The End.