This was mainly inspired by the beautiful ending of Across The Universe, and of course by the film itself. When Jude stood on the rooftop and looked across into Lucy's eyes, I really felt how unimportant everything else around them seemed - all that mattered was their love.
All My Loving
It's a Thursday when she realises that love truly is all you need. It's raining hard outside the window, and even the city noises seem soggy and tired. A car horn sounds, then another – somebody's swerved somewhere, a Chinese delivery boy who's tumbled off his bicycle. The girl who helps him up speaks very little English, but she'll marry him someday.
Blair doesn't understand when or why. She thinks she's tripped; she thinks she's stumbled. With such a little misstep, people never hit the ground – especially people who know that other people are watching. She watches the city through the window – peaceful, damp. She sees mothers with babies hurrying out of the wet, employees who can't escape the elements running errands with no end in sight, couples who don't care about the weather whispering together under the same umbrella. They have bright heads and bright eyes and their lives seem to spill out across the pavement before them in rainbow shimmers. And you love her.
She doesn't hear the tap on the door, doesn't notice anyone come in. There are crumpled tissues by her tight fist and he unwinds it, gently straightening and flexing each of her stiff fingers with all the care of an artist. Black eye makeup has streaked down to her nose, and her lip still trembles. He curls around her, forms himself, encloses her and wraps her and shields her from everything else – it's all a hallucination. All friction. His kisses are sweet, like the rain; hers are yielding.
"I'm sorry."
In doing and in doubt, they pass from one thing to the next, ending here at last. The completion of a ritual that raises their spirits above the holiest of holies; communion for their souls.
"It's alright."
Love is all you need.
Fin.