Here's the epilogue requested by readinghottie16 (: Ask and you shall receive...most of the time. I'm not sure if I'm going to write Ben's pov, but I'll think about it. -To those of you wondering about the sequel to "double live" I swear I haven't forgotten, I've just been really swamped lately. I've gotten requests to do another General Hospital story and I have to keep up with all of my other ones too and just ... wow. Anyway, to tide you guys over I might just post more little drabble type things. (: hope you guys ENJOY!

Billy lay alone, in his sterile hospital bed, awaiting his eminent death. He wasn't afraid. He was ready. Billy had spent the last 70 years waiting for his time to come.

Looking up to the white ceiling, he remembered the last line of Jane's letter to him. "I'll wait for you on the other side, even if I have to wait a lifetime..." Billy's old, withered face crinkled up into a smile. "I'll be with you soon Janey." He said, positive she could hear every word he had ever spoken to her.

Billy pulled out a small cardboard box and pulled out pictures of his family. Zoe had died 23 years ago, from a heart attack that seemed to come out of nowhere. She was a picture of perfect health, and while the doctors were skeptical, Billy had told them to just leave it alone. In truth, he didn't want an investigation. If there was an investigation, the police would undoubtedly find the bottle of toxin he had given his wife in order to force her healthy body to have a heart attack.

He didn't feel bad for doing it, and his children did cry over their dead mother. Honestly, they celebrated. They were finally free of their abusive mother's clutches. When they were younger and Zoe stayed home while Billy worked full time, Billy would return home to find unexplainable bruises on each of them. Billy Jr. and Zandra would cling to his legs while little Julia would claw at his neck as he held her tightly.

Despite everything that his children had been through, they grew up well and eventually had children of their own. The youngest, Julia, had Jane and Jessie twin girls; the middle child, Zandra, had Liam while Billy Jr. had Carson and James, two boys a year apart. They were all beautiful, and full of life. Oddly enough, Julia's little Jane reminded him of his own Jane. She had the same brown eyes, and same overachieving personality. Just thinking about her brought tears to his eyes.

"I'm ready." He whispered softly, closing his eyes. Billy didn't feel a thing as his soul slipped gently from his body and soared up to the other side. When he opened his eyes again he saw one thing. Jane. His heart nearly burst at the sight of her smiling face. Her bouncy curls, bright red lips, short skirt and feet encased in high heels brought back a flood of memories.

Jane walked up to Billy, who's soul still looked like his body had when he passed on, and stroked his wrinkled face. "I've missed you." She said, watching Billy's face closely, memorizing every crack and crevice.

"I've missed you too. You have no idea." Billy replied, as he pulled his fingers through her tangled hair. He pulled Jane in closer and pressed his fragile lips to her plump ones. As their lips touch, a golden warmth slipped through their bodies and when Jane opened her eyes after breaking the kiss, she gasped. "Billy! Look!"

Looking down at himself, Billy realized his bones were no longer creaking, his lungs no longer wheezed and his eyesight had improved. He was 18 again. Just like Jane. "This is unbelievable." He breathed, amazed.

Jane shook her head. "No. It was meant to be. We're soulmates Billy, we belong together." She smiled and grabbed his hand.

They walked into whatever future lie ahead, hand in hand. Soulmates finally reunited.