Mistletoes and Morphine - 3

Part 3.

P.S. Part two is the post below this one.

She drifted across the asphalt and braked right opposite the Christmas tree at Westminster Abbey. It was 11:50, and the interiors of the church glistened with the Christmas mood. She walked up to the Christmas tree, and a wave of nostalgia washed over her face as she saw him standing under the pale light, doing nothing but staring at the tip of the tree with a certain familiarity. His clothes were ravaged, his face sullen, but she couldn't help thinking he was sparkling under the warm lighting the tree bore. She paced forward and stood next to him, and her eyes met where he was looking.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" he asked. "Just the way it was 4 years back. Just the way it has been all these years".

She lowered her head down, guilt building up inside her.

"I never forgot the look on your face, you know", he continued as he turned towards her. "I could tell you were lying to me".

She turned towards him. Her eyes started tearing up. She couldn't keep it in anymore. She sank her face into his chest and started sobbing. He held her tight, afraid to let go. He couldn't afford losing her again. Finally, he gripped her arms and held her up. The proximity between their lips increased, and before they knew it, they were kissing. He held her by the waist and they looked up to the tip of the tree, which was now glowing brighter. They started waltzing to the sound of the carols which filled the atmosphere, her head placed on his shoulders.
"Don't run away next time, please?" he said, as he brushed her hair away from her face, and kissed her on the forehead".
"Never", she confirmed. 
He took two small bells attached to withered leaves of a Mistletoe and placed it in her hands. Her face was then a barrage of mixed emotions. Confusion, awe, reminiscence...comfort. Those were the same bells they'd lost into the river Thames 5 years back. She remembered him jumping in and trying to find it, but to no avail. It's like he knew this day was coming. Her eyes teared up again as she looked into his eyes. It struck midnight, and they kissed again, waltzing swiftly as the melody of the carols became more prominent in the air,

and it was the best Christmas ever..