Lovers that the world could never tear apart. He had always said that nothing, if anything happened to her it wouldnt change the way he felt for her. She had said the same. But, deep inside if 'this' ever came to pass, those words would fade away. He was a man of science, of the believable. This...thing was beyond explanation, beyond understanding. Some things just are.

At first she ran. Hid. He was heartbroken, she had to watch him weep for loss. But she never strayed far, watching from a distance or high in the canope. For in this new strange environment, self defence was new to all them.

Oneday trouble befell on them, he was separated from the group, she had no choice but to protect him. It happened so fast that he didnt know what was going on. she fort the creature off, but not without sacrifice. She lay their, like a fallen bird, struggling for breath. He just stared. Trying to work it all out.

One of the others knew about her secret and rushed to help her, lifting her light body up in his arms. Shouldn't that have been her lovers task, shouldn't he have been stroaking her blood stained hair from her face and telling her it would be ok?

Her friend stayed with her all night. A realist, nothing much beyond him as long as he could touch it, it was there. She layed curled up in his lap, he was sat up against a tree puffing away, trying to encourage her into having some to relax her. Her lover watched from the other side of camp, he hadn't said anything since.

when he thought they were both asleep he came closer, her friend lifted his head lazily, (he was still stroking her hair softly). He just said, 'it should be you here.'

Lifting her head he gave her lover a sturn look, one he didn't give often, and her lover took his place. he was scared to touch her. he didn't touch her skin all night...