Heaven
Jack and Jackie walked hand in hand to a hill. It was far from the mansion but they would be able to get home. From the hill, they would be able to look down onto the living world and see the funeral taking place. They sat, hand in hand looking down. It was gloom over Washington. It was like, the city was in mourning.
Jack looked down on the White House. It was his final home. Suddenly his arm began to get sore. He looked on to find Jackie sobbing on him. He wrapped her in his arms. "Oh Jackie, it will be fine". Jack whispered into her hair. Jackie nodded, her face still pressed onto his chest. Jack kissed her head. She always knew he loved her, when she felt his lips brushing against hers.
They kissed passionately before they heard trumpets sounding. They looked down onto La Maison Blanche, as Jackie referred it. The funeral was about to start.