2. Kiss
She remembers the first time they kissed.
It wasn't much; chaste, sweet, innocent, but to two twelve year olds from different tribes, it was the beginning of something more than friendship and less than a romance.
She remembers even now, as she stares at his arrow pierced body. He had brushed his dry lips across her own, then carefully moved away, watching her reaction. He had never known it, but she'd loved him. And now it was too late for words.
This time, it is she who kisses him. And it is not a beginning, but rather, an end.