It was how he wanted them to be. The moment seemed like it would never end. That he finally was able to make time stop, just for the two of them.
The kiss was everything he knew it would be.
Passionate, warm, full of love. Everything that he missed out in his life. Everything he missed while she was no longer in his life.
But he truly wasn't that strong, time kept moving on.
The kiss ended so quickly, the warmth was gone. The arm that was holding him so lovingly, so tenderly fell.
The moment was gone...
He held her close, as if his warmth could somehow bring her back, that somehow whatever life was still left in him would transfer to her. That she would come back to him.
She couldn't leave him, she couldn't die. She was too good, too pure to die!
He sat there, cradling her in his arms, when a small warm body sat next to him, laying their head on Christine's lap.
He couldn't...he got up, hands shaking as someone took Christine from him, someone was holding her.
He stumbled to the edge of the dock, hands trembling as he glanced down at the murky depths of the water. It would have been so easy, he could have perhaps joined her wherever she was.
But he stopped.
He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the sounds of someone crying, until he realized those were his own sobs.
But then, something began to mingle with his tears. He glanced up, as a cold morning rain began to plink against his mask.
"Rain..." He whispered with a choked laugh. "She will have beautiful flowers."