I looked into her eyes. It been six months since I turned fourteen. She was still as pretty as she had been before. I wanted Aly to be with me for eternity. Even though I was just 14 and a half, I already wanted her to marry me.
I remember being twelve and dreaming of the day that I'd get a girlfriend. The type of girlfriend I wanted was like Aly. Not a hundred percent, but she was close enough. Little did I know at the time that I'd get a girlfriend through battling zombies, griffins, undead armies, statues that came to life, and a gene that would kill me at age fourteen, which I somehow managed to live past thanks to Mom and Dad.
"Yo, Brother Jack." Marco. "What you thinkin' about?"
"Nothing," I grunted.
I looked out the window. We were off to get the seventh Loculus. Once we got that, we would need to figure out how to restore the Loculi back to the Heptakiklos without causing any damage to the planet.
Aly suggested that we remove parts of the Loculi once we put them back in the Heptakiklos. Every time the energy grew back, we would take another part of the energy to keep any damage from happening.
According to Mom, that might not work because we were still technically putting the Loculi back into the Heptakiklos. She kind of did have a point.
I felt someone take my hand. I turned. Aly.
I inched closer. "Have you been keeping track?" I whispered.
She nodded. She knew what I was talking about.
Sometime after I first kissed her, I'd asked Aly to keep track of the days. I'd asked her to tell me when a thousand days had passed and not before. If we made it a thousand days, it was proof we might live a long life.
If I were to date her and not break up, which under our circumstances, meant forever, then my first love would be one of those rare romances.
"I'll love you forever," I whispered.
"isn't that kind of harsh in hindsight, since that might mean forever?" Aly hissed.
"Wouldn't it be nice to fall in love before you die?"
She looked at me. "Yes," she admitted. "It would."
I turned away and looked ahead. There was a chance we might live long, healthy lives, but there was also a chance that we might die young. When it comes to love, that doesn't matter. At least not to me.
After all, death doesn't stop love; it only delays it.