Epilogue: One last time
Blackheart looked down at the sleeping Christine. The only way he could see her one last time was as an apparation, a ghost, so he couldn't touch her. Watching her was enough. It was probably best that she was asleep through his last visit. She wouldn't have understood.
He looked out the window, knowing his time was almost up. The sun was beginning to rise. He knelt down beside her bed. Even though he couldn't feel or "touch" her, he placed a hand against her face. She seemed to nuzzle into it.
"I'll always love you, Christine. Even when I'm not here. I waited too long to tell you that and I'm sorry. But I will keep my promise to. As long as you keep yours. And I know you will." He stole a kiss from her sleeping lips, which seemed to wake her. Just as the sun's rays found his transparent form.
"Blackheart?" She asked, sitting up. He smiled gently at her.
"I love you, Christine." His form began to fade away. "And I always will." And he faded away. "Always…"