The next night, she goes to where she once called home again. Walking to her bedroom, he lay sleeping on his side away from where she had slept so many nights before. She kneels on the floor and speaks to him softly, stroking his cheek.
"I'm sorry that I left you…and you know I love you." He stirs and she pulls her hand away hoping that he doesn't wake up. For a while, she watches him, just to reassure herself that he is all right. "I'm gonna find who did this to us baby…" Taking the ring from her finger, she slips it onto his pinky. She stands, walking, and as she passes the table, she is compelled to pick up the journal again. Turning the pages, she finds his newest entry. Unknowingly, she stands in the halls doorway.
I swear she was here…I felt her here…but I think I'm loosing my mind…or what's left of it. I hope her soul is at peace. Maybe its what she's trying to tell me…
Arms slip around her waist, and a head lowered into the bend of her neck. For a moment, she feels as though she is dreaming, but he speaks, and it clears her mind. He panics for a few seconds thinking he's kissed and caressed some beautiful intruder that resembles his dead girlfriend.
"Raven…it cant be…" He turns her around slowly, and looks into her eyes. Now there are no contacts, but the black color and white rings remain in each. He kisses her, and she lets herself get pulled in, but quickly pushes away. He sits down in the chair and waits for her to sit down opposite him on the sofa. "Raven…" She stares at the floor. "Raven…I don't know if I'm crazy so you have to talk to me and tell me that I'm not…" His voice is pleading, desperate. Still no answer, the only movement is her breathing. "Can you speak?" She nods, surprising him. "Are you ok?" She looks up.