Epilogue
The man was bold. His eyes hazel. He held her hand lovingly. Touching her cheeks, while she was sleeping. The woman's hair used to be red but was grey now. She looked older than she was. Lying on the bed sleeping in the middle of the day. Seeing her one would not have imagined her 19 years younger than him. She was unnaturally thin, her body showing signs of near death.
When she opened her eyes the man looked into piercing blue eyes. Eyes deep than water. When pain was kicking in the blue faded. The sun placed strands of light on her body. He didn't leave her side. He loved her more than anything and he didn't want her to wake up when he wasn't there. She had once and had gotten distressed, that he was gone.
When she opened her eyes and saw him, she smiled. He leaned over to place a tender kiss on her lips, whispering how much he loved her.
The sun started to set. She held her hand out to him. He helped her into a sitting position. She asked him to help her change. She wanted to look elegant when dying. She knew that tonight she would breath in for the last time. Being a Doctor she knew the end would come now.
She would be leaving a long and fulfilled life behind her. When she had married him, people had told her, that he is too old. That he would die years before her. That he would leave her being alone. But fate had decided differently. Since she married him, he had always been on her side. He helped her putting on her wedding dress. A simple cut, light blue silk. Simple, but elegant. She was the most beautiful woman he ever saw and in his eyes she still was.
She sat on the bed. He was sitting behind her, helping her to keep upright. She was exhausted from getting into the dress. They looked at the album Gates and Patrick had given them for their 25th anniversary. Glimpses of a fulfilled and happy life. She turned around to look him in the eyes. She kissed him. You need to let me go, she whispered.
He nodded, tears flowing over his cheeks. He got out from behind her and helped her to lie down. He kissed her one more time. He lay down next to her, their hands entwined. She turned her head to look at him. Then she closed her eyes and never opened them again. The next morning their children came in and found their mother and their father lying next to each other. Both clothed in their wedding cloths. When she had left that night, he had still held her hand. Then he had closed his eyes and died of old age. It was a beautiful picture. The one to fill the last page of the album that lay on the nightstand. A story about a great love come true.