It was a dream, maybe. Maybe she wasn't crazy, maybe it was a dream, and she wasn't alone now. Maybe things were okay here because she dreamed it, and she let herself fall into him, let him hold her. She buried her face against his neck, her eyes tightly closed as she cried. "Don't leave," she said thickly. "I don't know if this is a dream, but I don't want to wake up." Her breath hitched as she tried to keep her voice even. "I love you." It was the first time she'd said the words since she'd gotten out of prison. "I love you, Jax, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," The hoodie was balled in her fingers as she let him hold her, as he could feel her tears against his neck and soaking into the worn fabric.

If she could turn back time, she would have this man, this man, instead of the man who currently sat at the head of the table, who carried the gavel. She'd try again, to save them both - even if it was a dream, she had to tell him how much she loved him, because she didn't know how long she had. She pulled back enough that she could lean upward and kiss him desperately, her eyes tightly closed.