We sat down and laid back on the cold, hard earth We wrapped our arms around each other sharing our last bit of warmth and bracing each other for death. He looked me in the eyes with a look of fear, "dobe, where am I going to go?" I looked him back with all the strength I had resting in my smile,"my sins are just as bad as yours teme."

With these last words, we were at peace, because we both understood symbolicism. We didn't have to speak anymore. Our fight had been a clash of opposing wills. Our kiss was our need, our comfort. Our embrace was our healing. We had both been nothing until that moment. That moment of the hottest flame, followed by the fingertips of death.