I shot to my feet and ran toward the parking lot. I knew he would be there. Sure enough, I spotted him leaning against his car in a deserted corner of the lot, his head bowed, his silhouette looking lonely and dejected in the twilight. "Luke!" I called out, running toward him. He looked up, surprised to see me, the lingering hurt still visible in his golden eyes. I didn"t give him a chance to speak. I ran right up to him, and before his startled gaze, stood on my toes, cupped his face in my hands, and firmly, decisively, kissed him. This kiss was different from any before. It was filled with my resolve, my apology, all my love, and the courage I"d found to face things together. It was my silent confession, and my declaration of war against fate. Luke"s body stiffened for a second before un
