She had come for me, I knew she would. I held her to me, I held her as tight as I could, crushing my cheek to hers, our tears mingling, I would never let her go again, the love we shared was too deep to be denied, the barrier did not exist that could keep us apart forever.
She was cold.... so cold, the heat flowed from my body to hers, sharing what warmth we possessed between us, balancing the difference, whatever we had, we would share.
I couldn't stop crying, the guilt, the pain, the memories, all washed over me like surf over shingle.
The last time we spoke was a year ago, almost to the minute.
“Please John, we'll get a cab, we can come back for the car tomorrow.”
“S'okay darling, s'only two miles, we'll be fine, I've only had a few glasses of wine, gerrin' the car honey, y'know I would rather cut my own legs off than let you come to any harm.”
I watched it all happen again, The bend, the skid, the tree.
Eventually the flickering lights, and the voices....
“She's gone.... he's pretty smashed up, but he'll most likely make it.”
Countless times over the last twelve months I had thought about taking my own life, I ached to be with her, my true love, my soul mate, my kindred spirit, but I waited for her, as I knew I must.
And now she was here...
The tears flowed even more freely.
“Oh.... oh honey, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry darling......”
“Shhh John, it's okay darling, we're together again now.”
I gripped her even more tightly...
We kissed tenderly as we began to drift upwards towards the shimmering light....
It felt good to lose the wheelchair.
©2011 Stephen. J. Green.