The lovers stilled to watch their hearts dance.
Between them was more than chemistry, more than sparks. It was a charge that buzzed through the air, crackling over the goosebumps of the crowd.
They were electric. Magnetic.
In the right mood- pulled together and impossible to unstick. Circling one another, always touching and never looking away.
In the wrong mood- violently repelled and relentlessly repulsed. But even then every action was reactionary, unable to do anything that wasn’t tied to the other.
Two halves of one force of nature.