Hello everyone.. i hope you are all well?
We're onto the last chapter of my little story, so i hope you enjoy..

The Yellow Light
Chapter Three

Jane could hardly stand to look into her ever searching eyes; he knew his own were a mess with what seemed like every single emotion he had ever felt, and he feared that she would see too much. That she would see him as a monster; as a murderer, and then she would be gone. He would be alone in this damp smelling attic with only his own mind for company; and that was something he wouldn't survive. But he should have known better. He should have known that she wouldn't run. Teresa Lisbon had told him all that he needed to know. It was his turn now. His turn to be even half as brave as she was. His turn to lay his heart on the line, and confess all that he felt.

He gripped tightly to the tops of her arms; as if needing a physical connection to know that she was still there. Still running right beside him. And all she could do was stare up at him, overwhelmed by the fire that was ignited by his firm touch and spreading quickly through her veins. Waiting ever patiently for him to speak. Waiting for the words that could destroy her heart altogether. Hoping for so much more than.

'I couldn't risk losing you. That is why i went alone. I knew that if i told you where i was going; if you came with me, i would lose you forever. The life that i took, it wasn't that of a man. I looked into his eyes and saw nothing human there. I couldn't stand the thought of those eyes piercing into your beautiful skin. The emptiness filling with the monstrous evil that he lived for. The passion burning as he caught a glimpse of the most important person in my life. No. He had done that once; i wasn't going to let him do it again. It doesn't matter that you would have been safe; that in reality he couldn't have done a thing to you. That i wouldn't have let him hurt you. Just to imagine his eyes on you, it was too much to bear. To know that his vile mind would wander to our shared past; to know that he would long to repeat history, i couldn't stand it Teresa. I trust you with my life. I love you with every ounce of my being. That is why i didn't tell you. That is why i had to run so far ahead. Because he would have won. He would have taken my mind to a place too dark to ever recover from. A place smeared with blood and the metallic scent of death. A place where you were no longer filled with the beauty and passion that i so love you for, but rather a last rattling breath as he stole our future away. If he had seen you, even for a second, i would never be able to forgive myself. He would have won.'

Tears had streamed faster down her face with every beautiful word that he spoke. His hands were gripping so tight to her arms that they had begun to numb. His breath so ragged and hoarse that it scared her a little. His eyes, dark, and so overflowing with fierce passion that she struggled to look into them. And yet it wasn't anguish or fear that she felt. Not a single trace of her anger remained. It was a love far deeper than she ever knew existed. A need to be right here, right now. A desperate longing to be in his arms. She reached up, with trembling hands, to hold his tear streaked face. To reassure him that she was still there. That she was still running right by his side.

'You will never lose me.'

It was such a simple statement, and yet never had five words meant so much to Patrick Jane. His vice like grip about her arms loosened, and his palms opened up against the soft material of her shirt. Slowly his hands made their way to the soft curve of her spine; memorising every electricity inducing touch, before they settled low on her back. His eyes flashed quickly to hers; searching for her acceptance. And he saw it; blazing bright against the forest green background. And it was so wonderful. He found hope, and forgiveness, and understanding. He found love. With one last lingering look into her soul, Jane pulled Teresa Lisbon, the woman he loved, as close to him as he possible could. Her hands roamed through his hair; pulling delicately at the outgrown curls. Both breathed in deep as their lips met in a kiss that was so much more than the fireworks of fairy stories. A kiss that the whole world had stopped to watch. A kiss so long awaited that they had feared it may never come. A kiss to build a life time on. And as the night turned silently to dawn, the world once again busied itself with normality. All except for one man, and one woman; who were lost in a kiss warmed by the yellow light.

The End.

There we have it.
Thank you ever so much for reading. I would love to know what you though, so please, leave me a review if you get chance.

I don't know when i will be back with another story, as we are back to school on friday.
Probably not until the Christmas holiday.

Until next time, Katie xx