"Will?" I ask, confused. He's the one who dragged me back here?

Well, actually, he's pulled me aside before to talk to me. But I can't even see the camp anymore - what's the point of dragging me so far away from everyone else?

Will blushes a deep red. "Sorry about that. I just didn't want the others to hear what I want to ask you, and I knew that you'd never agree to meet me outside of camp."

I put my arm down and let it hang loose at my side. I'm not sure if I want to hear his questions or not, but I feel like I should at least hear him out, allow him a testimony.

"Okay, shoot." I say.

Will blushes an even deeper red. "Well... Um, I just... Um..." He bites his lip, looking panicked. "Well, uh... Did you know that I had a crush on you before you, um, left?"

I nod. It was obvious at the time. It still is obvious.

"Well, I, uh, still like you. Like, um..." He's flustered, and doesn't seem to know how to continue. It's really cute. Like, severely cute.

"You still have a crush on me?" I ask, even though it's obvious.

"Well, um." Will clears his throat. "Yeah."

I nod. It's pretty clear by the way he acts around me. "Even though I'm half your age now?"

Will bites his lip again. "Well, I know it's weird, but, um, yes."

I sigh sadly. "Yeah, well, nothing we can do about that now. There's too big an age difference between us, and it'd be impossible for us to be together. You know that already. And I can't go forward in time, and you can't go backwards, so..." I give him a pained expression. "Hey, I'm sorry dude. I still feel the same for you too, but... I'm sorry, it wouldn't work."

Will stares at the ground, defeated. "I knew you'd say that. I wish I could find us a way."

I clear my throat. "Really, I am sorry."

We're silent for a moment, then Will asks, "Well, may I at least give you one kiss?"

I blush and smile slyly. "I guess I could allow that."

Will steps towards me and holds my head so that I'm looking up at him, into his face. Then he slowly bends down and we fit our mouths together.

His kiss is much gentler than you'd think by the sight of him. His hands caress my face, warm and comforting. The smell of him is overpowering. He smells like drying grass and sugar, a sweet combination that reminds me of summer. My lips, dry and slightly cracked are pushed up against his soft ones as his nose brushes against mine. I grab his arm and notice how strong his arms are as I brush my fingertips over his muscle. I wish that we could stay together like this forever, forgetting our pasts and immersing ourselves in the present, forgetting time and what it has done to us.

Will slowly pulls back, but only a little. I gasp for air, and feel his breath gently tickle my cheek and neck. As our foreheads touch, he smiles radiantly, and I grin lovingly back at him.

Then he grabs my hand securely in his and whispers the words that I will never forget: "That's convinced me. We're meant to be together, and I will find a way to be with you. I swear it on the River Styx."