Usually it took him 4 shots of vodka to see her. As soon as he swallowed one of the last sips from the glass he glanced towards the window. It was about time.

”It doesn't work like this, Jack”.

”Oh yes it does.” he didn't really say that out loud..rather mumbling. She looked the same every time she came. White long dress (he had never seen her wearing a dress before,how odd..) with her hair loose,like warm golden hay meeting cold white snow.

”You are drinking again.”

”You are not here.”

”Of course not.”

He hesitates a bit before continue drinking...1..2..3..4..5.

”Are you scared,Jack?”

She approaches him slowly while Jack is watching her dress..not a wrinkle on it. He is still holding the glass..it's enough for today. Too warm.

He wants to put the glass away but the next second she is putting her fingers on it too.

”Give me that.”

”Now you are a drunk too?” he giggles weakly while avoiding to look her in the eyes.

”Why are we doing this?”

„Doing what? I'm just enjoying some drinks. That is the solution to problems. You didn't know? Ask my dad. I'm sure you can speak to him.”

She puts the glass on the messy coffee table ignoring his last words and then sits on the table opposite him.

”You can't keep doing this,Jack. Don't call for me.”

He wants to reply but he can't...the tears forming in the corner of his eyes do the talking.

Her movement feels like a breeze...putting her hands on his tigh.

”Let me go,Jack.” he hears it so close to his ear. Not loud, just a whisper.

He doesn't want to let her go. Not yet. Not now.

She knows.

A gentle grab on her hands pulling her closer to him.

”I just want to feel you.”

She doesn't protest and lets his lips find hers. It's not gentle and not nice. It's desperate and demanding. His hands are on her cheeks while he parts her lips with her tongue. He finds welcoming warmth there, a desire so similar to his. As their tongues do their own dance and nothing can be heard but their moans and desperate attempts to get more air from each other, he feels like home.

Parting their lips is always the worst part. Must it end now? Like this?

He can't look at her in the eyes...just speaks to her mouth.

”You are not here.”

She is barely whispering to him,her hand is still stroking his cheek.

”I'm not.”

”I shouldn't have left the island. I know that now.”

Her face became impossible to read as she stood up from the table.

”You were supposed to stay..”

„I need to go back. I need to find you.”

That begging look on his face.

She is heading towards the window, the same place she came from.

”You have to die for that,Jack..die..and still be alive”

”How I do that?..no please don't leave so soon” He stands up trying to reach for her but he knows that is impossible.

The only thing he sees is her back and her golden hair when she turns back with the last words knowing this visit is the last one.

”You will know how.”

”And Jack? Stay away from bridges...”

The fingerprints on the glass.Hers. White,so cold.