Through the crowds they ran as if the devil himself were chasing them. Their hands were white knuckled, holding tight to one another they flew as fast as their feet could carry them, away from the pier. It was about two blocks later, after they had zigged and zagged through the small streets Jack picked out in a moments decision, that he pulled her into a small crowded bar. He guided her quickly to the back of the bar, and with only a motion and a nod to the back was understood completely by the bartender. As the tall bald man led them down a minuscule, dirty, twisting hallway. Jack looked back, and not seeing the crowds parted or disrupted felt satisfied.
"Room's yours for the night Jack." Ned the bartender said handing him the keys. Jack nodded his thanks and as he closed and locked the door behind him. He leaned against the door for a moment until the gears in his head finally sprang back to life. His heart began to pound and his blood rushed through his body making him feel light headed and woozy. He placed a hand to his head and as he brushed the blond hair away from his eyes he looked before him upon the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was sitting on the dirty old cot of a bed catching her breath slowly. She seemed to be shaking, but he couldn't be sure. As he pushed himself off the wall and took a step towards her, her gaze flinted from the spot on the floor she had been staring at to his perfect face. They froze.
"Is this real?" she said slowly. "Or are you just another ghost come to haunt me Jack?" He saw the many lines of worry and fatigue that had come to adore her gorgeous features since he'd last seen her. A thousand years had passed between them, and still no time at all had changed their love.
"I'm here Rose, I'm here." He said as if trying to reassure them both. He blinked slowly, something seemed to be in his eye. "We're here" he said weakly. She stood and his bones creaked to move. Somewhere in the space that had once separated them they collided. Their hearts pounded together, creating the perfect frantic pace that was their love. Their souls tangled and reentered one another, completing the two halves of the same whole. They kept their arms wrapped tightly around one another, noticing the differences of days, weight, health, and the pains of death. As they both drew back deep blue meeting blue green, their lips came together slowly, passionately. Yet as love was all they could feel and peace was all they wanted, a shot rang out.
