'Kiss me.' 'What?' 'Kiss me. Right now.' He didn't miss a beat, he was all over me with a fiery passion of a thousand suns, he dropped the gun, as though he was drowning and I was dry land, as though he had been waiting his life to do so. I felt awful about what I felt, only now realising I shared his thoughts. How could I feel the same for someone so horrific? How could I realise in this moment that I loved him? They knew each other from primary school, but through strife and love, how long could they stay together... or apart?