Mirage
[Note: This is an alternative ending of the film.
"Brendan."
Brendan squirmed in his bed. A whispery voice called out his name again. From the corner of his pillow, his eyelid opened, He stared into the darkness of his bedroom.
"Brendan."
"Emily?"
"Brendan."
He was startled. Was it her? He was skeptical about the paranormal. It was nothing he had any knowledge of nor was interested in. Could it be her, he wondered, or was it some monkey pulling a ruse. He rose out of bed and switched on his desk lamp. The display of the clock read four forty. Dusk would soon approach.
"Come to me."
"Where are you?" He looked around his surroundings. "Is it you?"
"Come to me."
"Don't be playing me a fool, whoever you are! I'm not that--"
"Brendan!" Her voice quivered. "I swear it's me!"
Brendan didn't know what to make of this scene. He didn't know whether he was awake or dreaming. He hoped it was the latter.
"Remember our spot we went to on the weekends." Brendan recalled what she was referring to. Spade's Hill, it was their secret hideout they would venture out to when they wanted privacy. She instructed him to meet her there.
Brendan slipped on his clothes and shoes and crept quietly out of his room.
He traveled by bike to his destination. He thought about her. He had always thought about her, from the time they had split to the site of her lifeless body lying in the cold, dirty water. He couldn't get her out of his head. It was like he couldn't cut the umbilical cord that linked them together. He don't think he wanted to sever that tie.
He arrived at Spade's Hill.
A silhouetted figure emerged from the darkness. It walked toward Brendan. Nervous, he didn't know whether to fight or run. As the figure appeared closer, streaks of light illuminated the shape. It was the shape of a young blonde girl. Brendan cried at the sight.
"Hello, Brendan." She wiped the tear off of his cheek.
"Don't be sad, baby."
"Glad to see you."
"So am I. I couldn't stand not seeing you again."
"Wish I could've raised you back."
"I know." Her voice shook. "I should've asked for your help. Sorry."
She collapsed to the ground, crying uncontrollably. Brendan leaned over to her, hugging her. Her head rested on his shoulder. His chin brushed against her forehead. He felt the coldness radiating from her flesh.
Emily lifted her head and stared at Brendan. She said she had an idea. She rose off the ground and grabbed his hand. "Follow me." He followed her. It was just like old times. Hiking through the woods on a Sunday afternoon, with no cares in the world and just the air and nature around them.
She stopped at the edge of a cliff. "Remember this?" He nodded.
"Lovely view."
"Yes it is."
She approached him and embraced his lips. He accepted the gesture. His glasses dropped to the earth. She pulled back.
"Try it."
"What?"
"Please." She pulled off his jacket. "Try it for me."
He sniffled, wiping tears streaming his face. Smiling at him, Emily removed her blouse.
He lifted his shirt, dropping it to the ground. Next, he unfastened the button of his jeans and unzipped the fly. Each leg was removed from the denim garment. She took off her jeans.
"Feel good?"
"Relieved."
She took his hand and they approached the cliff's sharp edge.
"Let's be together, B."
"Okay, Em."
They leaped off the cliff, descending into the unknown.