[the writer] Soulmates

She felt herself transported, a year back. To that uncommonly chilly, foggy night. That night when she landed at Heathrow Airport, excited at the prospect of seeing him again.

But he was not there. And so she waited.
Ten minutes turned to thirty and then to an hour. He was still not there.
Freezing, hungry and frustrated, she got herself a cab. Reminding herself to give him a piece of her mind in the morning when she sees him.

Except, there was no next morning. Time stood still five minutes after she boarded that shining black cab.

For it passed a scene.
Despite the foggy darkness, she rocognised it. His silver Jag.
Holding her breath, she climbed out of that cab and ran like mad to where he was. Trapped beneath crushed, demented, silvery metals, of what once was his pride and joy, was her Ethan. Warm, yet lifeless. "Five minutes too late," she was told by the paramedic on duty. She just missed him.

She sobbed quietly. Her heart breaking once more. Hesitantly, she gave him her hands. Nestled between her fingers, a large shining solitaire.

His.

He could not forget last Christmas Eve. He had, with the help of her sister, went out and bought that ring. A white gold affair from Tiffany's. No less, because she was worth all that and more to him.

He remembered being in a state of fervent excitement. He had hidden his intentions from her. At one point, he even feigned disinterest so she could not figure out his plans.

Then, when she had told him about her plans to come home on that New Year, he was estatic. He was going to propose to her at the airport. He could not wait. Little did he know of Destiny's plans for him. His pending death.

"It's not your fault, Angel," he answered, aware of the guilt written on her face.

"But Ethan.. if I had left Australia later, as planned, you would still be with me." She lamented, her eyes like spring, bubbling with hot tears.

"'If' is just a word, Angel. Besides... I am here with you now... am I not?" And he proceeded to kiss her.

So there, under that sturdy tree, they stood. Clinging to each other, bodies intertwined. Even death could not do them part. Unshaken by the rowdy force of wind. Savouring every moment as if it was their last.