The camp was buzzing with excitement when they returned. New trucks of supplies and equipment had arrived, warriors were packing up to spend the foreseeable future on the front lines once again. Alina squeezed Alexander's hand and tears pricked at her eyes. She didn't want to say goodbye again.
"I know," he said and kissed the top of her head.
"But now we can feel each other. If one of us is hurt, the other will know, any extreme emotions will be felt by the other. You won't have to wonder if I'm okay, because you'll know. Same for me to you," he explained.
"It's reassuring, but I still don't want to say goodbye."
"Neither do I," he sighed. "If I could whisk you away to some distant tropical island and live out my days with just you, I would."
"Survive this for me Xander, please,"
