How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Wind whipped at Elodie's face, blurring the world around her.

Yet through the chaos, she saw a figure leap from the plane-a silhouette dressed

in jet black, so vivid it seared into her vision. That face had haunted her dreams

for days now. Even though she tried to dismiss what Watts had said, a part of her soul recoiled in fear, waking her over and over from nightmares where she watched him vanish before her eyes.

Now, he was no longer a dream. He grew clearer, closer with every heartbeat.

In that moment, Elodie's mind hadn't even caught up with her racing emotions. She steadied herself, then ran straight toward him.

At last.

Beneath the slowing propellers, Elodie crashed into a pair of warm, strong arms. Jarrod moved fast.

From a distance, he'd seen her being chased. He was so desperate to reach her that he jumped from the plane before it had even come to a stop.

And finally, in that instant, he caught her-his entire world.

He could feel Elodie's heart pounding as if it might burst.

She clung to him desperately, holding him tight as if to make sure he was real.

He bent low, gently patting her back,

Elodie had forced upon herself these

Jarrod's death had gnawed at her heart,

to comfort herself, searching for reason after reason, telling

those reassurances could compare to seeing him now, alive

She broke down completely.

like getting back

that matters..." she whispered into his

never seen Elodie like this before. Her fear for him made him smile, but her confusion and panic twisted something inside his heart. He said nothing,

Meanwhile―

managed to stem the bleeding on

the scene

he not be shocked? How could he

shouldn't have known their

just as he was about to

in every way, a declaration

Jarrod's arms. Her outline was almost blurred, but to him it was the

had landed

security scrambled down

had formed between