Only she remembered what happened on her wedding. On the day that was supposed to be the happiest in her entire life. A day full of love and laughter, full of happy tears and giggles.

But fate, if that existed, had different plans for her.

The clouds had come out of nowhere. Dark blue, almost glowing, surrounding them like a silent army.

Jacky remembered shouting her groom's name, her mother's name, her father's name, while she just started running.

She didn't know what it was, what was going on, but she knew it wasn't anything good.

It got so dark, aside from the glowing of the clouds, and Jacky tried to run even faster in her dress and her high heels, while she continued screaming the names of friends and family members.

It was useless.

Noone seemed to hear her, noone answered, and in the end... There was just total silence.

Everything was enveloped in that strange blue shimmer, and Jacky tried catching her breath while looking around.

She was alone, completely isolated, hiding in a little shack behind the church.

"Michael..."

She tried shouting her groom's name again, but her voice was hoarse, her throat burning from all the screaming she had already done.

Where was everyone? What had happened?


Carefully, Jacky left her hiding spot and opened the shack's door.

The clouds where still there, surrounding her with that strange dark blue light.

She took another step, hesitated, took a second one... And lifted her right hand to touch one of the clouds.

Suddenly there was screaming. Anger, fear, agony, panic... It was like thousands of souls burning and suffering, before the clouds disappeared within half a second, as if nothing had ever happened, and everything was just like before.

But Jacky was still alone, noone to be seen, noone calling her name, no laughing, no music, nothing.

She looked around, trying to keep calm and to not panic. It wouldn't help.

Whatever those clouds had been, they were gone, and she was still alive, she was fine. Right? Yeah, yeah, of course. She was here, she could feel...

Nothing.

It wasn't warm or cold, there was no wind, it felt like being between two worlds. Like Jacky had fallen into an empty rift by touching those clouds.

She took a deep breath, trying really hard not to cry, and started walking.

She came back to the front of the church, and there they were. Everyone was here. Her friends, her family and Michael.

They seemed fine, calm, noone was running around, noone seemed to be looking for her or to be mourning her death.

That was something at least.


Jacky came closer, hesitating, fearing that if she came too close, they would just disappear like ghosts.

"Michael?" Her tired voice was shaking, just like her body, and no matter how much she wanted to touch her beloved, she couldn't.

"What if you're not real? What if... I am not real?"

A single tear ran down Jacky's face, but she ignored it and just kept on looking at Michael.

He didn't seem like a ghost. He was there, a solid human being. She could even smell his perfume.

"I love you, Michael. I love you so much. I don't want to lose you. Ever..."

Jacky took another deep breath, hesitated for a last long second, and then, finally, got brave enough to do it.

Her hand got closer to the groom's face, and her fingers slightly touched his cheek. Warm, soft, just like it had always been.

And in that moment, the world around her began to spin.

There was the blue shimmer again, but no clouds, and everything became a blur. She felt dizzy, sick even, closed her eyes and then... She heard his voice.

Distant, as if her head was under water, but she recognized it in an instant, and she started feeling a strange, unknown warmth in her heart and her soul.

"Michael!"


Jacky opened her eyes, and indeed, she was standing in front of the man she loved more than anything.

He looked confused, his hands were shaking a little, and there was something in his eyes that she couldn't really find a word for.

"What happened? Where did you go?! You had me worried, just disappearing like that, into thin air!"

Jacky justed blinked. Once, twice, then she started to realize, that Michael didn't remember what happened. Noone did as it seemed.

The others joined them, and every single one of them was just looking at her, waiting for an answer, for an explanation.

"I... I'm sorry", she just exclaimed, deciding to not tell them the truth. They didn't have to know, it was better like this.

Besides... What she had experienced was too bizarre, too crazy, too... Strange.

And still she knew it had been real. Not a dream, not a halluzination.

The clouds had been there, and she was the only one who could remember them, for whatever reason.

"I'm sorry, darling. I was just nervous, and I... I needed some fresh air. I guess... I got a little lost."

That was the answer Jacky would stick with, for the rest of her life. And she hoped to never see those dark blue clouds again, to never hear those screams again, to never feel so... Scared and lonely again.

But she wouldn't. Not now, not anymore. Not with Michael at her side.

Everything would be fine, it had to be. It just had to be.

And while she grabbed her soon to be husband's hand, a small cloud of dust was blown away by the wind, shimmering in an unnatural blue, carrying the distant echoes of screams of those who had been lost in the rift between worlds, wandering through nothingness for all time, never able to return, never able to move on, and now somehow bound to the one single soul that had been able to escape. The one soul so full of love, that she hadn't worried about herself, not for one second, and had only been worried to lose her soulmate, to never see that man again, the man that meant the world to her.

She would never let go of him, no matter what, and that had given her the power to return. Jacky would probably never know, but her love for Michael had saved her life.