“Jamie! Wait! Please!” I cry one last time at his slowly retreating back.
I stumble after him, hoping for just one second he’ll turn back and gaze with his warm grey eyes into mine. His figure pauses as he slowly swivels round to face me. My breath catches when I see the pain resting there. Tears well in my eyes but do not overflow as I blink rapidly to try and hold myself together long enough to convince him, to make him understand.
“Please, just listen.” I choke brokenly, “Don’t go. Don’t leave me.”
Swiftly, he’s at my side and holding me protectively in his arms. It feels so good and right in his arms. I want him to hold me forever and whisper the three words that I want him to say more than anything in the world to me again, but I know it can never be. I bury my face into his chest and embrace him tightly, never wanting to let go. This moment should never have to end, the world could fall to dust around us and we would not have noticed. We cling to each other the way a dying man clings to life. I need him the same way I need oxygen, I need him to live.
“Please stay.” I beg, my voice muffled by his leather jacket.
Gently his fingers find my chin and lift it so Jamie is staring directly into my eyes; his chocolate brown hair flops cutely over his forehead.
“Meira, please don’t do this. You know I can’t.” he whispers softly.
A tear carves a pathway down my cheek which he brushes away gently, his thumb lingering on my cheek.
A bitter smile graces my features briefly. The weather is the hottest it’s been so far this year and the sun beats down on us. However I have never felt colder than I do now in his arms, knowing I will never be in them again. Everything is happy and peaceful, the wood is green and full of the calls of birds, but I do not hear them. The only thing I am focussed on are those grey eyes.
“You don’t have to go with the soldiers. I’ll hide you.” I say fiercely.
“Meira, please stop this. You know I have to.” he says angrily, but I know he is hurting just as much as me.
I bury my head back into his chest, “I know.” I reply; my voice muffled.
Jamie pulls my face up again. The guards in his eyes drop and his eyes show his every vulnerability and his unwavering love. Slowly he bends his head and our lips meet. I put all the passion within me into it. We have never kissed so passionately or with such need but it has never been softer and sweeter than it has before. Time slows and it feels as if this kiss will never stop, yet it feels like our last, like the last meal of a man sentenced to death. Eventually the need for oxygen breaks us apart. Breathing raggedly, I silently beg with my brown eyes for him to stay, but it is futile. Jamie would not be Jamie if he did not go.
“I love you.” I whisper, choking back more tears as they threaten to engulf me.
“I love you too.” he murmurs back softly before releasing me from his embrace and walking away.
Watching him walk away is as if he has ripped a huge chunk of my heart out with him. He walks to his death and with him dies a part of me too.