Never in a million years did I think that simply loving another person could result in the total destruction of the only home I’d ever known. Falling in love with the wrong person had felt so easy, so… right. But as I made my way down Main Street, weaving between the piles of rubble that once composed my city, my childhood home, my place of birth, I knew in my heart that it had always been wrong. After all, how could something right have so many consequences? I’d been so selfish, so dead set on having what I wanted that I hadn’t stopped to think. There was a reason we didn’t associate with the enemy, and I knew it- the hatred ran too deep. From the first moment I locked eyes with him, I felt an impending doom deep in my bones. No, I didn’t understand the magnitude of that doom, but I still knew it was coming. I’d said something along those lines to him once. We were lying in bed, tangled up in each other in the quiet dark. “I think this is going to end badly,” I said softly. I felt him shift slightly beneath me. “Don’t say things like that,” he replied, squeezing my elbow. “I’m sorry. I just… I have this gut feeling. And honestly, it scares the shit out of me.” “Shh, there’s nothing to fear. I’m right here with you, and you are safe. Together, we are safe. Together, everything is all right.”