Welcome to my second fanfic, it was an idea that had been rolling around in my head for a while, different versions of the same story came up, but I thought that this was the most appropriate version of it. I hope you enjoy, please read and review, good, bad and ugly, I appreciate them all.
Disclaimer: I do not own Crossing Jordan, I only own those episodes I currently have on tape. The series belongs to Tim Kring, NBC and the wonderful production team.
Their Final Embrace.
His eyes were firmly shut now, his chest no longer rose and fell, but to her he would live forever.
His ceder coffin stood at the forefront of the church surrounded by orchids, his favourite flower, a photo stood to one side, his sparkling blue eyes gave it life. Her eyes were firmly fixed on the picture as she approached the coffin; those eyes that had pierced her heart and lit her soul on fire.
She took his hand, it was cold now, but to her it provided much needed warmth. She coiled her fingers around his; they still felt the same, hands she would remember for always. She felt the callus' on his finger tips, she smiled as she remembered teaching him to play her guitar, no matter how bad he was, he never gave up trying, a single tear rolled down her cheek, it hit her smiling lips and pushed the creases back down.
His long fingers were how she remembered them; she closed her eyes and evoked the memories of how he held her in his strong arms, his hand would fall to the small of her back, he would press is fingers in to draw her close, they would always dance together, in their time, to their beat. Their many songs played in her head as she looked down at his sleeping frame, he would not hold her now, he would not hold her in any place but her dreams.
She placed his hand back softly onto the white silk, she moved her hand towards his face she traced the line of his hair, she moved a fallen lock into place, she twirled it in her hand before letting it fall, it would be the last time she would touch his thick mane.
Her hand moved over his closed eyes to his cheeks, she let her thumb rest in a crease that would become a dimple if he would ever smile again. His smile, that lit up a room when he walked in, his smile that made her heart flutter when ever he looked her way. Her tears began to flow more freely now, she had not wanted to let his smile into her heart, but it had found its way, slowly but surely, she always had know, his smile was for her.
She curved her hand around to his lips, they were the lips that had kissed hers, the lips that had uttered sweet nothings into her ear, the lips that had pressed into the nape of her neck, the lips that had uttered the most important words of all. She bent down, and for the final time she allowed her lips to meet his, they did not respond to her warm touch, they remained cold and still, but to her it was their final embrace.
She turned and walked away from the coffin, through blurred eyes she could see the church had filled with friends and family, they watched in silence as she said good bye to her true love, the one who would take her heart with him.
She sat in the front pew, waiting for the service to begin; a young child crawled into her arms and whispered in her ear,
"Grandma Jordan, has Grandpa Woody gone to heaven now?"
"Yes, Emily, sweetheart, he has gone to heaven"