I can't get this great movie out of my head. Jack's point of view. What happens after Kong dies...
I looked at her with sympathy. Her shimmering eyes pleaded for it. Those eyes...they were the ones that captivated me into loving Ann.
"I'll never forget him Jack. Never." Her lips etched the pain straight into me. How could anyone hurt such a caring, beautiful woman like Ann?
I loved her so much then. But now, I wasn't sure. Coming back from Skull Island, all Ann thought of was Kong. I was like, competing against this dinosaur-eating ape...who was she kidding? But Ann was worth it. Always.
I knew it was the greatest mistake of my life not to say, "I love you" to her. That's why I wrote the comedy, "Cry Havoc!", for Ann. It wasn't about the words...true. But Ann was like a picture, worth every word.
As she hit the down button towards the elevator, she looked at me. "How can Carl do this! Bring him here, to New York City!" She collasped against my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around her again.
Her smell, the blooming lilies, was a mystery. But it wasn't Denham's mystery, that "everyone can have a piece, for just the price of an admission ticket." The price to be with Ann, was priceless.
"Jack...", her voice muffled as she raised her head out of my jacket. "I didn't thank you for saving me, risking your life to save me from Skull Island...but...thank you." And with that, I melted.
"Ann, we're reaching the first floor now. Are you sure you can handle it going out to see...Kong?" I ran my fingers through her hair.
She kissed me without answering. As the doors of the elevator opened, I let her walk in front. She smiled grimly and swung open the doors of the Empire. There, was the massive Kong, his head twisted to the right, his scars; like wool lines in a sweater, etched into his skin as a reminder, that he was King of Skull Island and that he shouldn't be forgotten. And he wasn't going to be. Ever.
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