The extraordinary-looking pair of young people weren't holding hands, but the way they tilted ever so subtly toward each other made it clear that they didn't have to touch to feel the other. Even the air between them crackled with a kind of magnetism that had yet to be discovered by science, but that poets had been writing about since the dawn of time.

My whole life I've wondered what it feels like to be loved like that. To be loved more.

As Orion took a step closer, they wrapped their arms around each other in a miserable huddle.