He was even hearing her now, calling him, but all he could see was her lips and his lips touching, kissing, sharing love.
The calls of his name got louder and he looked up from his crouch poistion. Bridget stood, in a dress that showed her magnificent figure perfectly holding a latern, holding her hand out for him.
He rose in an instant. "Bridget," He didn't quite know what to say, "What are you doing here?" He looked at her, deep into her eyes. "You'll get yourself in so much trouble!" He did not wait to hear her response, reaching through the bars, he gripping her head with his dirty hands and pulled her towards his, their lips touched and a sensation like no other filled Harrison's head. That sensation was fear being destroyed in a split second. He wasn't scared anymore, he had had more than he deserved in that single kiss. Now he was ready to die.
Pulling away, he stared deep into her eyes. "I love you." He said, retreating to the back of the cell. "And I want you to lead a good life, so forget me, and go make a man very happy."
He knew that a man might be happy, but she certainly would never be happy.
But his time was up.