"Jeff, it’s me."

"No, it can’t be. It was a little over a year ago when you..."

"I know. Maybe we should go sit down on the couch a talk."

"I’m sorry, I was looking through pictures and..." He wiped the tears from his face.

She reached up touching the side of his face. "I love you, too." Holding his hands she pulled him to the black leather couch.

His face was contorted in confusion. "Are you alive?"

"No. I’m still...dead."

"I miss you so much. If you asked me, I would come be with you right now."

"It doesn’t work that way."

"Are you here to be with me? We can be together again?" A light of happiness sparkled in his eyes. It was a light she hated to kill.

"I don’t know. I haven’t been back long enough to know everything."

"How long have you been here?"

"Long enough to kill the man who hurt me."

"How did you find him?!"

"The crow."

"What?"

She ran her hands back through her hair pulling at it a little. "Look, give me some time to think. Maybe I shouldn’t have come to you yet. Jeff, I’m really frustrated trying to explain this. I don’t know all the words to use to explain this because I don’t understand much except that I can’t be killed. When I was alive, we didn’t need words to communicate. But when we did..."

"We were so good at communicating. We were both good with words." She nodded at his statement. "I still know what you are going to say."

"But it doesn’t help when I don’t understand things."

"What did you mean by the crow?"

"There’s a crow that, I see things through his eyes. He tells me where to go. I have to protect him. Whatever happens to him happens to me. I guess I know that by instinct."

"So if he’s killed you are going to leave me again?"

"Yeah." He looked down sadly. "Jeff," She tilted his head up to look at her. "I don’t know how long we have. Can we just enjoy this? I don’t want any time to be wasted."

"Me either." He leaned over kissing her before she pushed him away. "I’ve missed this."

"Me too."

He looked at her questioningly. "What’s wrong?" He brushed her hair back from her face, falling into his hold gestures. "Can I not turn you on anymore?"

"Just the opposite." she whispered.

"That’s what I was going for."

"And I never could resist you, my angel."

He pushed her back on the couch. In their minds, at this moment, nothing was different...she had never been gone.

The door clicked jarring her awake. "Jeff." she shook him quickly. "Get up."

Before she could even think he was laying on the floor, blood seeping from his chest. "No!" She ran to his side covering the wound. His eyes searched to find hers as he coughed up the first drops of blood.

"I’ll be with you soon."

"Jeff, no. I never meant..." She didn’t bother finishing her sentence, he was already gone.

"I guess I found two crows nesting together instead of the one i was after."

She turned to see a man holding a sword and dropping a gun to the floor. She knelt where she was her arms at her sides. The decision to die came over her. They would be together in eternity if this person could kill her.

"Not going to fight, crow?"

She closed her eyes and held her arms out to her sides. I’m coming, Jeff, wait just a few moments, she thought as she heard the man rush at her. The sword pierced her heart and the darkness over came over her. As the man laughed and turned for the door, a snake slithered after him.