Part 27

Live. Live I say. I want to live.

My lungs obey and I deeply inhale. Air, sweet air.

I open my eyes and see Brock, grieving over me. Tears fell from his eyes and landed on my shirt.

"Brock? What’s wrong?"

"She’s… she’s dead…"

"Who’s dead?"

"Rose…"

"But Brock, how can I be dead if I’m talking to you?" He then looks at me confusingly, then all at once his face brightens and he’s holding me tight against his own body. I try to hug back the best I can.

"Oh Rose…" tears of happiness start to fall this time. "I thought I had lost you."

I hug him closer. "No Brock. I’ll always be with you." I pull away slightly to look him in the eyes. "Because I love you Brock."

I lean in and our lips meet for the first time in the most rarest of all kisses.

A kiss of true love.

I now know who I am and where I belong.

And it only took a brief moment in time.