"That's what we've found from studying other couples like you. What makes it even more interesting is that these currents are created before you even meet each other and fall in love. Love chemicals blast out of your brain and into your body if you're within two miles of one another. We're still at the beginning of our understanding but it appears the energy released acts like a homing missile, enabling you to seek one another out, like two magnets jumping together from a distance. The electrical and magnetic impulses are so strong they're almost an unstoppable force. It can be very destructive though-"

I broke her off. "Destructive how?"

She stretched out her arms and gave a little yawn, then took a small sip from her glass of water.

"Tell me, Poppy," she said, her voice different, softer, less authoritative, "when did you start getting panic attacks?"

I thought back to that awful day at school in Geography. "Two years ago."

Anita nodded. "Interesting. And tell me, Noah's depression? Do you know when that started?"

My memory fluttered back through time like a flick-book, stopping on the page where Noah had opened his heart to me in his flat; when we'd first started loving each other, trusting each other. It already felt like a lifetime ago.

"I think he said it began when he moved to Middletown."

Another nod. "And how long ago was that?"

"About two years ago..." My mouth dropped open as a million pennies dropped. "Hang on, are you saying our problems are related?"

And for the first time since our meeting, Dr. Beaumont actually looked a little bit sorry for me. "Bingo."

"But how? I don't understand..."

"You got close enough to pick up on each other and the electrical currents sent everything haywire. Having Noah so close to you was like being strapped into an electric chair and turning the switch to full-whack."

My memory flick-book whirred onto another page and I remembered the night of that first gig. That terrible, terrible panic attack. Another whir, and I thought back to all those first meetings. The way my heart would pound like that of a baby bird about to be snatched and eaten, the way my breathing became staccato like an experimental piece of orchestral music.

Noah was causing all that?

"Is that why, when I first met Noah, I had a massive panic attack?"

Anita didn't seem surprised by this revelation. "Yes. And it explains Mr. Roberts's sudden problems when he moved to Middletown and near you. Bodies react in different ways to the currents. For you, the impact was on your body's normal mechanisms, like breathing and heartbeat, whereas Noah's reaction disrupted his brain's electrical firing patterns."

I didn't speak for a while. I was glad to have answers, but at the same time, there were so many more questions. I'd have to remember to tell my poor mother that none of my mental health issues were her fault. She'd be delighted. That was, if I ever got to see her again.

"Go on then," I said. "I'm ready for it. Why are we dangerous? Surely this electricity is only a nuisance to us? I can live with the odd panic attack if it means I get to stay with Noah."

The doctor's eyes went dark and she began to talk in her scary voice again. Whatever sympathy I'd been receiving was finished.

"That simply isn't the case, Poppy. When two people match, these forces don't just affect the couple. Their individual electric currents begin to feed and build off each other, they get supercharged and create their own force field. The brain and the body are very powerful things. And if the simple act of two normal people thinking they're in love can stir creativity and prevent pain, just imagine what can happen with a soulmate couple, whose brains and bodies are programmed to connect perfectly. It's the energy equivalent of a power plant."

I took a sip of my water and noticed my hands were shaking.

"Ultimately this electricity is too much. Your bodies create all this energy but there isn't an outlet for it so it escapes into the surrounding area. You're probably thinking, how much damage can this sort of thing do? And you'll be surprised. Our planet's existence depends on a perfect yet delicate balance. There's equilibrium everywhere the North and South Pole, the ever-shifting predictability of the oceanic tides laws and motions that need to remain ultimately stable. But you and Noah produce an astronomical amount of energy, which upsets this balance. It can cause electrical surges, short circuits; it can upset patterns in the weather and even has an impact on the shifting of tectonic plates."

I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing. "Yeah, right," I said. "Noah and I are hardly causing volcanoes to erupt. We're not Marvel Comics characters."

The laughter didn't go down well. Anita gave me a death glare. "At least twenty people have been killed since you met Noah," she said.

That made me lose my temper. "That's a horrific thing to say. We've not done anything to hurt anyone!"

Her voice was sarcastic now. "Oh, haven't you?" She picked up another file and flicked through it. "Now, let's see...oh yes. You caused a power outage across an entire town not too long ago, although no one was killed that time. And then there was the flooding. Didn't that ruin at least a dozen local businesses? Of course, there was the snowstorm you caused. That created a massive pile-up on the motorway, resulting in many deaths." She turned to another page. "And, I'm not sure if you're aware but your actions last night caused a minor earthquake. Had we not, let's say, interrupted proceedings, we wouldn't be here to have this pleasant chat."

I couldn't stand this disgusting woman sitting in front of me. "How dare you? We had nothing to do with any of that. It's just coincidence. How dare you try and blame those deaths on us?"

"If anyone is to blame, it is I," Anita said, and I was surprised by her sudden change of tone. "You weren't to know what you were doing and we didn't get to you quick enough. But I've not finished explaining, Poppy. What you need to know is that certain...activities okay, I'll be blunt here sexual activities, lead to a massive secretion of arousal hormones which jump-start the currents. Yours and Noah's sexual arousal is like chucking ten gallons of lighter fluid on a massive bonfire."

I blushed.

Anita noticed and smiled grimly. "Look back on it, Poppy. When all these things happened, what was going on with you and Noah? Had you kissed? Were you acting on your impulses? You can hardly be blamed. As I said, the sexual attraction between a match like yours is almost unimaginable. And when a matched couple has sex, the energy released is huge and disasters happen."

My tears were hot and I was angry. Noah and I had been about to have sex. If I were to believe her, this odd stranger, if we'd gone through with it, what would've happened?

Disaster? I shuddered.

She was still talking, more soberly now.

"My job, why I'm here...is to find these couples and separate them before they can have sex. Otherwise, quite simply, people will die. And I've not always got there quite quickly enough, Poppy. The last time I failed was two years ago."

She looked down at the table and I caught a glimpse of the human behind the hard official exterior. A moment of guilt, expressed with anger.

"A typhoon. So many lost. Although if I'd got there two minutes later, we would all be dead."

I shook my head violently. "No no no no no."

"Yes, Poppy. It's true."

"It's not true. It's just coincidence. Accidents happen, bad things happen. That's life. You're lying."

"I can assure you I'm not lying. Why else do you think you are here, Poppy? Why do you think there's a signed authorization from your Prime Minister stating I can hold you in custody for twenty-eight days? You and Noah are dangerous together. It's a scientific fact."

I started to cry. Terrified at where this was leading. "We never meant to hurt anyone," I sobbed.

"I know you didn't, but the fact is, if you stay together, you will," she replied quietly.

The word "if" cut through me like the pain of jumping into ice-cold water. If we stayed together. If. Before today I'd assumed Noah would be a part of my life until the day I died. Now it might not be allowed.

"Why doesn't anyone know this?" I asked through guttural sobs. "Why is it all such a secret? It's not fair. People should know!"

Anita lost her temper again. "Are you completely stupid? How do you think the world would react to that information? That there are couples born every year who have the potential, if they meet, to wreak havoc on the world if they have sex? There would be widespread panic. And what about confirming the existence of soulmates? That they're real? It would destroy society as we know it. Families would break down, relationships would fall apart. Everyone would want to know if they had a match, and try to find it! It could cause utter devastation."

She shook her head, trying to shift the apocalyptic images from her head.

"No, it's best this way. The world needs our protection. In the way that we provide it."

"And how long have you known about all this? I mean, whoever you work for? Whatever it is you call it? How long have you known? Years? Centuries?"

"It's been about fifty years since the company was properly established, since we could prove what we knew and the impact it had. But throughout history there's evidence suggesting that people were guessing at the devastation caused by true love. Maybe they weren't aware of the science, but many great thinkers and literary geniuses advanced this notion that true love always self-destructs.

"Think about Romeo and Juliet, for example two star-crossed lovers whose addiction to each other destroys everything. Shakespeare's story of doomed love is responsible for practically every popular love story ever told afterwards because it makes sense. Think of Cleopatra and her love for Anthony. Their magnetic attraction sparked wars that killed thousands. Or there's Emily Bronte, with her story of Heathcliff and Cathy, driven literally mad by their love for each other. It's not just in literature though. We have renowned historians, geologists and scientists doing top-secret research for us. They're managing to link major natural disasters throughout history to the electrical and magnetic patterns typical of such a match. It's astonishing really."

Again, my head wrestled to digest the enormity of what she was saying. It all seemed so far-fetched on the one hand, but when I looked back on my time with Noah, coincidence didn't cover everything. The way the town had blacked out when we first kissed, the storm that had erupted over our heads as we passionately made out in the field, walking out into a snowstorm after that intense sexual tension at the ballet...

My tears were causing me to choke. I could take no more. I needed to know what was going to happen to me.

"So me and Noah...?" I asked.

Anita looked me straight in the eye. "You can never see each other again," she said, and each word ricocheted through me like a bullet. "We will take one of you away, give you a new life, and the other is allowed to stay. There will be no more contact. Ever again. It's best if you forget the other ever existed."

I zoned out then.

You can never see each other again.

For just a moment I tried to imagine a life without Noah, without ever seeing his smile, or having him tuck a stray piece of hair back behind my ear or tasting his mouth on mine.

Then there was a searing hole of pain in my chest where my heart should have been and I began screaming. The pain was intolerable, like I was being used as a rag in a giant tug of war, slowly being ripped into two pieces.

My heart writhed under my ribcage in agony.

It had broken.

It had been obliterated into thousands of pieces and could never be put back together.

I had blacked out again. When I woke up I was back in my cell, the huge gaping hole still in my chest. I willed myself to fall back asleep to escape the pain.

A cough, however, distracted me from this endeavour.

She was there. The doctor, seated patiently in the corner of my cell.

"Hello, Poppy," she said, like she was my mother waking me for school. "You feeling any better?"

I turned my face back to the wall. It was cold. I shivered under my thin blanket.

Anita didn't seem bothered by my ignoring her.

"You're probably feeling a little drowsy," she said to my back. "You gave us no choice but to sedate you."

I wished they would sedate me again. I just wanted to sleep, for ever if possible. I thought of Romeo and Juliet and envied them. If only I had poison to stop this insatiable pain, instead of living a life where a massive hunk of me had been amputated.

"Poppy?"

I didn't reply.

"There is another way, you know."

Still no response.

"You didn't let me finish before. There might be a way you can still see Noah..."

The pain evaporated instantly and I sprang up in bed.

"How?" I asked desperately. "I'll do whatever it takes. I'll never touch him again, I promise. Just please, let us stay together."

She looked ill at my enthusiasm.

"You and Noah have displayed some interesting characteristics. Things we haven't seen before in a match. Your panic attacks and his depression, judging by our last experiments, should've got worse the more you spent time with each other. However..." She paused, searching for the right words. "...It appears somehow the two of you managed to build up a tolerance to each other and can control the electrical impulses coursing through your bodies."

I remembered how sick I used to get around him, the way my heart would pound and my breath quicken. Then it had gone. It had only reoccurred when I imagined life without him.

"So this hasn't happened before?"

She shook her head. "No. Not ever. I admit it was one of the reasons I left it so late before intervening. The readings were so unexpected that I let things roll. Usually we split matches up as soon as we locate them."

"So you let Noah and me fall in love with each other?" I asked, anger lacing my voice. "You let things get this far just because it was good for your experiment?"

I began shaking with rage, and yet more tears were threatening to spill. I'd always cried when I was angry.

"I'm afraid I did." There was no sign of remorse in Dr. Beaumont's voice. "It was best for the company."

"What about what's best for me and Noah? Two innocent people you've just used and played with like puppets?"

"Come off it, Poppy. Like you wouldn't do it all over again if you could."

I shook my head. "No. Not if you're going to take it all away. Not if I'm going to have to live my whole life without him. It's going to be so much worse knowing..." And then the tears spilled and I snorted and spluttered while she watched me, not amused.

"If you would stop crying and listen, I'm telling you there might be another way."

"Well, what is it then?" I sounded like a spoiled child but I didn't care. Fresh tears kept replacing the spent ones.

"You'll never be able to have a normal relationship together, you know that now. It's too dangerous. But we the company, I mean can learn from you both. Your...resistance to each other needs to be studied further. If you agree to stay and live a life with us, you'll be able to see him."

"How?"

She shrugged her shoulders like the answer was simple. "You'll be able to see him during the experiments we conduct."

I snorted. "So we'll be like guinea pigs, poked and prodded in a scientific lab? That will be the extent of our relationship?"

"Well, we may be able to arrange some kind of supervised visits, times you'll have together to talk. There'll always be someone with you, of course, in case your impulses get too strong and you act on them."

I shook my head with disgust. "That's not a relationship."

"At least you'll still get to see him."

I looked at her then, really looked at her. And despite my eyes being fuzzy and full of salty tears, I felt I could finally see her clearly. She was soulless. There was something missing from this woman. Something significant.

"Why are you so horrible?" I whispered.

She bristled. "We're not here to talk about me." She smoothed down her lab coat.