This is the conclusion of the little mini story running the last couple Mondays:
She found him and her face fluctuated from joy to sorrow and back again. It was interesting in a place that contained infinite potential for happiness that she hadn’t enjoyed the wonders as much as she assumed she was supposed to. But, it all seemed slightly less vibrant, duller and muted without him by her side. She noticed that time was funny, though, and so she patiently waited for him to join her.
As their years had accumulated into numbers that spoke truly of the time they had spent together, he had told her about time and its imperfections. He had shared his discovery of the moments where it would race forward and where it would drag along, and how he had managed his life to take advantage of those metronomic glitches. In the depths of the sharing conversation she had expressed regret that he had lost such a treasure to be with her, but she could see in his eyes that he regretted nothing and for that she was grateful.
So, when she found herself in this new place and felt the time weighing differently against her, she knew what it was and what it meant. And she knew if she remained calm it would slip forward for her until he found her. But, just as they had met in the other world when she crashed into his car, it was she who found him again. He was walking with a purpose, his head on a swivel and his eyes piercing everything they encountered. She recognized him immediately and moved to intercept his path.
He was trying to see too much though and his gaze passed over her without stopping, and in the first moment of worry she’d had since her death she thought he would miss her and carryon forever. She couldn’t let that happen. She wouldn’t. Racing forward she stepped into his path and their two essences collided.
While there was a sudden jolt, there was no pain or loss of footing. There was only smiles and laughter and love. So much love. Love unending.