In a perfect world,
This would not be happening
In a perfect world,
You'd still be here
No it makes no sense,
If I could just pick up the pieces
But to you
This means nothing,
Nothing at all

"If I do nothing but be with you for the rest of my life, I'll be happy" PJ told Jo when they were driving back to the station for him to go to work.
He was watching Jo with every muscle in his body, not just his eyes. He was watching her with all of his being, all of his life, knowing that even though he hadn't made it down the aisle to Maggie, he would with Jo, and he would be forever happy.
"I don't know what I would do without you" Jo told PJ. "I wouldn't be the same person" br "Neither. I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you are the one who saved me. If you hadn't come along, I would never have gotten over Maggie, and now, thanks to you, I have moved on. I do think about her, of course I do, but only as a memory. She's not the one I'm marrying" PJ replied hesitantly, for he didn't know how Jo would react to this.
Jo smiled at him and gave him a knowing look.
She knew what he had been thinking these last few days, and how torn he had been between her and Maggie, but she also knew that Maggie was PJ's past, and she was his future.
PJ smiled and looked at Jo so intently, so full of love, so full of everything he had, he was giving it to her. He was looking so hard at Jo that he did not realise that a truck was coming up, over the hill on the other side of the road.
He also did not realise that he seemed to be veering over to the other side of the road, the wrong side of the road.
Normally his driving wouldn't have been so poor, considering he was a police officer and saw first hand the effects of poor concentration and not watching the road, but he felt like it would never happen to him. He didn't see it coming.
But Jo did.
"PJ" she yelled, as he got closer and closer to the truck.
"Watch what you're doing!" she screamed at him.
At the last second he snapped out of his trance and looked straight at the oncoming truck, realising a millisecond too late that he was in the path of a massive object, coming straight his way.

I open my eyes, I try to see
But I'm blinded by the white light
I can't remember how, I can't remember why,
I'm lying here tonight
And I can't stand the pain
And I can't make it go away
No I can't stand the pain.

He swerved the car out of the way of the truck, but it was too late, and he yelled and looked straight at Jo. He covered Jo with his arms as though he was trying to protect her from the truck, even though he knew it wouldn't save him, and probably wouldn't save her.
Jo stared at him, and realised how much love he actually had, all for her. It filled up his entire body, not just his heart, plus the room he was in, and even seeped out into the universe, so that eventually it would be full of his love for her.
He loved her so much that he would have killed himself just to let her live.
The truck stopped fully, a joint effort of both the driver slamming on the brakes and the car ramming into it. The noise of the collision made Jo completely deaf to everything around her, and she only had eyes for one thing.
PJ was lying on the seat next to her, completely covered in blood, and not moving anything but his eyes, which were looking straight at Jo, moving from one eye to another. Just looking at Jo seemed to take up all his energy, as though it was coming out through his eyes when he stared into hers.
It reminded her of her early days in Mount Thomas, when a bus overturned on the highway and Jack's friend Molly was in there, dieing. It seemed so similar, but it was still so different. PJ and Jo actually were getting married, and they really did love one another, in equal amounts.
Jo had only minor cuts on her forehead and arms and legs, nothing like what PJ had. More blood was pouring out of him by the second, and Jo realised that he probably wouldn't live for much longer.
She smiled and thought of PJ just before the truck had come over the hill. Then she knew that he would never be like that again. Tears fell down her face and fell into her nose and mouth, and down off her chin onto her shirt, being absorbed in her jacket.
Jo leaned over and embraced him, breathing in his smell, a mix of the dodgy aftershave he used and leather of the car and his jacket and of his own home. She loved that smell, and she always would.
Blood poured out all over her and her shirt, but she didn't care. All she cared about was PJ.