Rose Water//DiCaprio

Epilogue

Ignore typos I wrote this crying, I'll edit it later.
Non-bold italics are flashbacks.

67 year old Samantha walked into the badly lit room curtly, her purse held tight at her side. The door squeaked loudly behind her, ending with a loud pounding, alerting her that now she was the only one left in the musty room.

Sitting down in the metal chair, she averted her eyes to her feet so that she didn't look at him, though she knew at some point she would have to.

Taking in a deep breath of the stale air, her eyes flickered up to his, and she couldn't help but to gasp when she saw him.

In some ways, he looked the same. But in most he didn't.

His bright blue eyes still pierced through every girls heart, and though his hair was filled with gray streaks, it  framed his face nicely. However, his face was sunken and wrinkled, filled with decades of treacherous pain.

For the first time in 48 years, Samantha and Leonardo were reunited.

Sam picked up the phone, mentally telling herself to ignore all of the germs that were on it.

"You're here." Leo whispered with a soft smile. His teeth were still as white as ever, his smile just as heartwarming as it was 50 years ago. It amazed Samantha that even with the man at 92 years old, he could still make her heart stop for a moment.

"You are correct."

"I'm sorry--"

"Please, Leo. Don't."

He sighed and nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose. "How have you been?"

Samantha sighed, smoothing out her dress. "I've been good. Started my own clothing line, wrote a few books. Raised our child alone for a while since you weren't there to do it. Got married to someone who treats me like a queen. I couldn't be happier."

"Our daughter is beautiful, I've gotten the photos you've sent."

"She is."

"She looks just like you." He said fondly.

"And you too...She's a writer now."

"I wish I could have met her."

"She had the option to come today, she didn't want to."

Leo laughed, though it wasn't a laugh of happiness, yet one of sorrow. "I wouldn't want to see me either." He whispered, a hot tear running down his cheek.

The two talked of simple things, and for a short moment it felt as if maybe things were back to normal, back to when they were younger, and free.

But then they would get a whiff of the prisons walls, or notice the glass in between them, and they realized they would never be the same.

"It's been an hour, I should go." Samantha said, a bit of pain in her voice.

"Alright." Leo agreed, smiling at her for one last time.

Samantha placed her hand on the cold, metal chair, gripping it tightly to steady herself.

"Sam?" Leo called, his voice cracking. Samantha felt a tear slide down her cheek, though she quickly wiped it away.

"Yes."

"Please hug me for one last time."

She couldn't say no, for she didn't want to.

Samantha walked slowly up to the door in the corner of the room. With a shaky hand she turned the knob, pushing the door open.

And there he stood.