She did not believe in most things but accepted the faith her parents gave to her; He believed not in God but in almost any other thing; They were two conflicting opposites and yet somehow they balanced each other out. Each was the other's touchstone, a guiding light back to sanity when the fog became too thick to see through. When she was lost, she left behind only one symbol of herself for him to keep- the symbol of her faith, a little gold cross which she had borne around her neck surreptitiously, unnoticed by him. He wore it around his own neck in order to keep the connection to her, in order to be closer. After she found her way back, he returned the cross with the strength of their beliefs. It was the little gold cross which was the symbol of their love; It was the little gold cross that defined who they were. It wasn't a symbol of faith in religion anymore but a symbol of faith in love. Always would the cross be there to remind of what might have been lost and to remind of what had been gained.