A/N: I just re-read my old stories and this just came to my mind… Why am I doing this?

Epilogue

The stars shone brightly in the cloudless sky. The moon was almost gone. Only a small line was visibly to the man climbing slowly up the steep hill. His breathing was harsh and difficult, coming in irregular intervals.

The once so golden hair had faded and hung low in dirty grey streaks. Deep wrinkles ran across the tired face, his shoulders were slumped, the arms loose at his side. Determined, he'd closed his hands into fists, fighting the exhaustion back, which threatened to overwhelm him before he could reach the end of his journey.

The wind played with the baggy clothes, blowing it against the skinny chest and hips, trying simply to push the man of his weak legs. But it didn't succeed. His body might have been weakened but his will was strong as never before, even after 91years.

Finally, he arrived at the top, the endless sky open to the world. He knew that in broad daylight, it would be of the same colour his eyes still had.

Barely able to stand on his feet anymore, he swayed in the wind like an old willow. His knees were shaking badly, forcing him to reach out with one hand for the huge cross, which stood bravely as a symbol of faith on top of the hill.

He missed it in the dark night and stumbled facedown onto the ground. Groaning in despair, he rolled onto his back with what strength he had left. He shivered from the pain rolling in heavy waves through his body. Sweat covered his forehead, slicking the thin hair back with its wetness.

He was tired and wanted nothing more but go to sleep.

70years ago he fell in love and ever since than he'd been in love with the same woman. He came here to see her again. Tonight, he was going to pull her close into his arms, holding her as tight as he once had. He would run his fingers through her long hair, kiss her soft lips and look into her brown eyes, seeing the same love in them he felt deep in his heart. Tonight, they would meet again.

The man's breathing slowed down until it was nothing more but shallow gasps. The wind blew softly over his heated skin, drying the wetness from it, caressing the old, battered face like fingers had caressed it long ago.

Blue eyes looked one last time into the dark sky. The evening star shone brightly above his face. She was here, he could see her. Her blond hair swayed in the wind, caressing her shoulders and neck gently. She was smiling down at him, waving with her hand, bidding him to come closer. Her sweet laughter filled the starry night. Come to me Jesse…

He took one last deep breath and a smile spread over his old face, before Jesse closed his eyes.

I'm here, Shal. We're going to be together. Forever.

End