“I have a confession to make” he said, trembling in both voice and body.
“So do I” she replied, slightly more skilled at hiding her feelings.
“I know. I love you too.”
“This is bad. This is real bad. What are we going to do?”
“We could run. Elope. Disappear. Find somewhere where no one knows us, and be together as strangers.”
“They’d find out. They know the signs. They always find people in love.”
“We could turn ourselves in.”
Ever since the military found out about the healing powers of true love, true lovers had been force-drafted into service as soon as they were discovered. After all, what could be more fearsome than enemies that would do anything to keep each other alive, and that could heal any injury – up to and including death – with the True Love’s Kiss?
They hugged. They cried. They hid.