The True Final Word
anemonewrites:
It’s been a year since Eleanor Ostwick-Jones boarded the plane at JFK that would take her from New York forever. While the woman herself may return one day in the distant future, she would not be as she was then, and that name would have long since been cast off like an old coat. A precaution. Maybe this time she had run away out of a selfish desire to protect her own heart, but it would be better if the person she was just disappeared.
So now her name is Amelia, and her friends call her Mim, and she no longer wears her hair like a movie star from the forties. Amelia has a fringe and a proper job and no connections to the mob, and she looks softer than Ellie ever did. It’s good. Easier.
But ‘easier’ doesn’t keep her thoughts from straying to Charles Prince when she’s alone in her apartment, breaking her own rule of leaving the past in the past. She hadn’t really thought he would come to Tokyo, but still, she had hoped…
Ridiculous. She once prided herself on knowing Charles better than anybody, and still she tried to convince herself that the basic facts weren’t true. It’s not like her to be irrational.
It’s better when she’s busy. She loves her work and is usually the first person to arrive at the office, coffee in hand, to get on top of phonecalls before a fresh batch come in. Today there is somebody else waiting outside the building.
A familiar blond head, like the sun against a dark cloud of other people, all of whom are now insignificant in comparison.
It can’t be.
“Charlie?”
He came. After all this time, he’s here.
“...It still sounds so perfect when you say it.” Charles replied softly, stepping up towards the woman would had buried her way into his cold, frigid life and provided the tiniest and yet most precious warmth he had the utter luck of experiencing. She looked difference, but he barely noticed, because his eyes were only focused on the important parts. Her eyes, that pierced right down into his bones.
It wasn’t a mirage or a dream, but beautiful, physical and awe striking reality. He extended out his flower, hair wet and damp from the rain and new trimmed beard adorning his skin. Perhaps for the first time in front of her, he didn’t smell of alcohol or blood, but just himself, for better or for worse. “Ellie ... Nora ... Amelia ... maybe I’m a fool, no, I am one. I know this is probably too late, unfair and rude. I know this is the type of nonsense that stays in the movies. I know I’m a man with blood on my hands. But I’m a man that till this day. Till the moment, has been locked in the most troublesome, draining and fulfilling spell that has made me stay forever, deeply in love with you. I used the ticket. I left it all. Just tell me I still got here in time. ”
“Because I’m here for you.”
