Chapter Four – Eternity
Lindsey can tell there's something bothering you, and either she can tell what it is, or she doesn't want to move to New York either. She keeps telling you that you don't have to do this. That the only point at which it is close to being too late is when the plane has taken off. But, even then, you could just get a plane home again. She tells you it is never too late, and you are about to argue when she giggles excitedly and points behind you.
Over-excitement being her forte, you don't hurry to see what she's pointing at, and as a result, when you do turn around, the object of her zeal is standing right in front of you, panting for breath as if he has run several miles, and reaching for your hands. Briefly you wonder if that is to stop you from slapping him again, but as he tenderly strokes them with his thumbs, and your blurry eyes meet his, that thought is lost amidst relief and hope. And when he asks you not to go, your only thought is that you love him.
Vowing to love you for eternity, he eagerly awaits some sort of response from you, and the concern that flashes in his eyes is what alerts you to the fact that you haven't yet spoken. You smile sweetly, tears brimming over from your eyes now, and you put him – and the fifty or so observers – out of their misery.
"Eternity sounds great," you grin, then you fall into his waiting arms, absorbing his scent and his warmth, images of the new life you are about to start filling your mind. Images of laughter, of safety, of happiness… and images of love, obviously!
THE END