"I kissed him until I couldn't breathe, and then I kissed him a little more, until I had to pull back, gasping. "I have to die more often," he said. And he grinned, that incredible blaze of a grin that made me kiss him again. When we finally pulled apart, he brushed his palm over my still-damp cheeks. "Your parents are okay, Maya," he murmured. "They've just left. The whole town left." "I know. That's not..." I stepped back, out of his arms, and looked over at the fallen tree. "I came out here and I saw that, and I remembered us...You..." He looked startled and...something else I couldn't quite put my finger on, but definitely startled, like he hadn't ever thought I'd be crying over him."