Winnie's P.O.V.
A man on a motorbike pulled up to my house. He looked painfully familiar, like the same man that I met when I was sixteen years old. He and his family were ever so kind to me. His name was Jesse Tuck. I saw him go into the wood. He isn't going to like what he is going to see. After a few moments I saw him walk out of the woods. I wanted to run to him, but then again he thinks I'm dead. Maybe I should. Maybe I shouldn't. I mean he does still owe me that trip to the Eiffel Tower.
Jesse's P.O.V.
I can't believe that my sweet Winnie Foster is dead. She was the sweetest thing ever. I thought to myself. But just as I was about to get onto my bike I saw her. There she was. Looking out her window. Could it really be her? It couldn't, there was a grave. But maybe it was fake. Maybe she was covering her tracks. I ran as fast as I possibly could to the door. But when she saw me she ran. Why would she run?
Winnie's P.O.V.
I had to run. He can't know I'm alive. I heard banging on the door. "Winnie! I know that you're in there!" He yelled. "I..why are you here Jesse!?" I yelled back to him. "Because...Winnie...I love you" he said softly.
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Tuck Everlasting Continues
FanfictionWhat if Winnie Really did drink the water? Do you think you would like to know if she did? *This is a fan fiction, I do not own any of the characters, or some of the ideas.*
