Disclaimer: I don't own Point Break, Reeves or Swayze(oh, the dreams!), nor anything to do with the movie.

Right. So I saw two minutes of the movie, and my gaydar went beeping off the hook.
And by the way, I truly feel that THIS was how it was supposed to end. Seriously.

Also, as I said, I've seen a total of two minutes of the movie, so the characterization, whatever there is, is going to be seriously flawed.

*The last moments that they are together.


Final Wave

"I'm screwed," he started simple. "I'm gonna go to jail and I'll pay, and Johnny Utah gets his guy. Right? Good for you. That's real good. You're gonna be a big hero now. But look at it, Johnny. Look at it!" he pointed out to sea, his voice dripping with excitement.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, man. Just let me go out there, let me get one wave before you take me."

I stared back at Bodhi with disbelieving eyes.

"One wave. Where am I gonna go, man? Cliffs on both side. I'm not gonna paddle to New Zealand! My whole life has been about this moment, Johnny. Come on, compadre. Come on. COME ON!"

Looking on at the thrashing waves, I realised that this was it. This was how it was going to end. No sugar coating, no sweet words. Smash, bang. Pure adrenaline, wasn't it?

The policemen, the ones who actually wanted to arrest this man, were standing nearby. Any minute, they'd start moving towards us, and the ending would be perversely different. With one swift move, I pulled Bodhi into a deep and passionate kiss, one I knew I'd remember for the rest of his life, one I was counting on to survive the rest of my life.
When we broke apart, I twisted our hands and unlocked the handcuffs, my eyes locked with Bodhi's, and we knew this was goodbye.

"Via con Dios," I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion.
As I watched the man I loved run towards his wonderful end, I turned and began to walk away. I couldn't bare to look any longer.

"What the fuck, Utah? You let him go!" they yelped, running towards where we had stood, together for the last time."

"No, I didn't," but I had, of course. I had let him go, against every scream coming from my heart.

"No way! The guy's nuts. We'll get him when he comes back in."

I laughed inside my head at their sheer stupidity.

"He's not coming back."

And I walked away, as the man I loved gave himself over to the power of the tides, at peace.

After all, its not tragic to die doing what you love.


Soo… How was I?