A Final Goodbye

They both jumped when the captain shouted out the final boarding call. This was it. Jacqueline was rooted to the spot. She couldn't make herself move. After a short moment, she regained her strength and wished him well. He said goodbye and she turned to leave. Just as she was about to take a step, she spun back around. "D'Artagnan-" but she couldn't finish. Her hand was seized and he pulled her to him. Before she knew it, he was kissing her passionately. She felt her stomach drop again, this time for a good reason. He leaned back momentarily, allowing her to catch her breath, just long enough to whisper her name. Then he was kissing her again and the world was spinning. She wasn't worried though. Not this time. She knew her world had finally been set right and that, finally, everything would be alright. They stood their, embracing one another for a couple minutes, oblivious to all the disapproving looks and 'tsks' they were receiving, until the captain yelled "All aboard who's going aboard" in some sort of attempt at a joke. Jacqueline finally pulled out of d'Artagnan's arms and looked into his eyes. He was looking at her too and Jacqueline felt as though he was looking into her soul. Everything had turned out perfectly, but now she had to leave. She had finally confessed her love for him – sort of – and now she was leaving him. She knew this would be the last time she ever saw him and it pained her to go. She turned around and boarded the ship. As it pulled away, d'Artagnan watched his one true love walk slowly into the ship's interior, lost to him forever.