With a longing heart you turn the tides and say goodbye…
…Legacy that stays so strong is pulling at your heart
All the castles that you made are falling apart
Love is waiting here…
-Falling Up, "The Gathering"
"Chloe, will you marry me?"
It should have been the happiest day of her life. She had been waiting for him to ask her the question for what felt like forever. She had even been wearing her engagement ring already, to keep it safe.
It should have been the happiest day of her life. But it wasn't. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
"Yes", Chloe responded, sobbing in Cal's arms. He pulled her to him and kissed her. It was a passionate, but at the same time, desperate kiss. Thinking she heard something, but fervently hoping she hadn't, she looked back and screamed. He was coming after them.
They had been through hell, and it wasn't over yet.
At Cal's urging for her to run, she took off in the only direction left open: the bridge. The bridge they had tried, but couldn't cross, due to the locked gate. Wakefield had them cornered, and he knew it, as he slowly, and menacingly, approached them.
No. This can't happen. It was supposed to be over now. Cal had rescued her; wasn't this the part where they were supposed to live happily ever after? They would get off this island, get married, have kids, and grow old together. Live a long, happy life, together. She would feel safe; she wouldn't be scared anymore.
Frantically, they tried once more to open the gate. With Cal's help she climbed over the fence, the only thing preventing her from plunging into the cold, rushing water 100 feet below the bridge. She turned around to try and help Cal, but it was too late.
All Chloe could do was cling to the fence and desperately cry out, "No. No. No!" over and over as she helplessly watched Wakefield plunge his knife into Cal's throat. Cal looked over at Chloe one last time and choked out her name for the last time. Wakefield then unceremoniously shoved Cal's body over the fence, into the water below.
"NOOO!" Chloe screamed. It was a long, anguished cry, but the sound of her own voice never reached her ears. All she could hear was deafening silence, and feel grief and anger throbbing inside her.
Chloe tore her gaze away from the sight of Cal, dead, in the river and looked at Wakefield. He caught her eyes and, with a smirk, gestured with the knife for her to come to him. Even if she did get to the other side of the gate, he would get to her eventually. He seemed determined to kill them all.
She had noticed the satisfaction and pleasure in Wakefield's face as he murdered Cal. Cal had died to save her from that monster. She couldn't let his sacrifice be for nothing, but with Wakefield right there, she was as good as dead anyway.
A strange feeling of peace washed over her as she realized her other option. She refused to play a game she knew she couldn't win. She wouldn't let him win, either.
"You can't have me." Chloe stated, simply; quietly. With that, she slowly lifted her hands off the railing and allowed herself to fall. She and Cal weren't going to get off the island. They wouldn't have the chance to marry and grow old with each other.
But she and Cal would be together, forever. She wasn't scared anymore.