"You waited." She cried, embracing him in a hug she had neglected.
"You were so careless." He choked, holding her body tightly against his in an embrace he could really feel.
"You were watching?" Jade whispered as Dave nodded into her hair.

He had never felt so much regret and anger when he had watched her do that, watched her run out past the black gates and into the road, her eyes blind to the dangers that surrounded her. It was so careless that it had angered him, the way she had all but thrown away her life when it meant so much to him that she had kept on living for the both of them. But as selfish as it was, he was glad to have her with him, to remove the loneliness and join him. The very fact that he could touch her, hold her now, was what made him smile, even if it was a horrid thing to do. To wish someone dead, just to satiate his lack of social interaction.

"I watched you cry yourself to sleep." He confided, gulping in attempt to remove the lump in his throat. "I watched you call up Rose and John and Karkat, tell them the news that made you shatter on the stone floor of your apartment. I watched you curl up in a ball on your couch and neglect food for two days in the epitome of mourning and grief. And I watched you shower."
"Pervert!" Jade giggled, punching him in the shoulder as tears streamed from her eyes.

They smiled at one another, before pressing their foreheads together, his hands resting on her cheeks and jaw as his thumbs wiped away the tears. She blushed, a strange thing she hadn't expected to happen now that she was no more than a spirit.

"I promised I'd wait." Dave said.
"You did." Jade replied in a whisper.
"Shall I show you something?" Dave asked, smiling at her with that slightly lopsided smirk.
"Sure."

Dave took her hand and led her to a pool of water in the meadow they were stood in. It was beautiful, just a grassy green knoll surrounded by thick fir trees and the sun casting a shadow from the east. And when Jade looked into the pool, she saw not her own reflection but an image that moved, a view of the world she'd been in only moments before.

It was two coffins, placed beside each other with two familiar bodies. Dave, holding a large Jade stone in his hands this time, but wearing the same red suit. And in a coffin beside his, was Jade's body, a gash on her pale forehead. In her hands, a plastic red rose. Their bodies were lowered into the ground in the same spot, at the same time. And on the gravestone above were the words:

Dave Strider & Jade Harley
Lovers, Friends and Soulmates
You will be dearly missed.

Not space nor time will keep them apart.

Jade looked at Dave in confusion, it was an impossible scene. She'd died only minutes before. And there was no way they would've buried her so early since her death would either be classed as manslaughter or suicide. But Dave just looked at her and said, "It's real. It's just that Space and Time are warped here."
"Together even in death." Jade replied, pulling a face and resembling a clown.
"Soulmates, eh, Harley?"
"Can it, Strider."

He smirked as she leaped up and pressed her lips to his, her arms snaking around his shoulders and his around her waist in an embrace neither ever wished to break. It was such a sweet, gentle and silent gesture but it held so many words as the wind blew around them. She'd ran to him, ran to his arms and he had kept them open for her. There was no mistaking it, that even in death, love could be eternal. That true love was evident, even if it had been only recently admitted. That in truth, love was the act of breaking the shackles on someone, to let them show their true selves to someone. Love is wanting someone by your side, for them to see everything you see, everything you do.

And that was how they both felt.