We embraced in the moonlight that night, dancing to the sappy love songs playing on her car radio. I desired her then and now as no man ever could, but it would have been wrong to take her then. I swore I would return for her when the time was right, and I always keep my promises.
Agony — what to wear? I chose to go modern: vest, shirt, jeans, all stylishly black, fleeing further indecision.
And now I stand before her, the smile I remember coming to her face. “You came.”
“I always keep my promises.”
She laughs. “This is one promise you could never break!”
“True.” I grin. So many have tried to flee from my smile, but she returns it. “Has it gone well with you?”
“Very. There was a time I wished you might never come, and yet I was always thankful that you rescued me that night.”
“I missed you. And yet, I always knew we would be together.” I feel shy of a sudden. “Then… shall we dance again?”
She laughed, arose, and took my hand. At once, we were there — the place where I fell in love so long ago. A lonely clearing stood at the end of a winding dirt road, much like it had been then. The music began anew, and we embraced. In my memory, I saw her as she was that night, clinging to me in the moonlight, throwing aside her father’s pistol — embracing life even as she embraced Death.