I Love You Too

"Jesus, stop! You don't know what You're doing!"
Jesus turned to face me, His beautiful face covered in blood and sweat and tears and dirt, His eyes merciful under the heavy and brutal cross on His right shoulder.
"Stop..." I gasped, trying to catch my breath. "You don't...know what You're...doing..."
He continued to look at me and I at Him. His eyes said, "Trust Me; I know what I'm doing. I've known since the beginning of the world."
I shook my head so hard, I gave myself a headache. "No, You don't! Come on, let's just go back..."
I tried to get Him to turn towards the town instead of the hill known as The Place of the Skull, but He simply... wouldn't. Even though He was completely weak in condition, He stood firm and slowly shook His head.
"No." He said so firmly that my body shook.
I followed Him up the hill, trying to convince Him that what He was doing was unthinkable; He simply continued walking until He reached the top of the hill. Then, two strong angels came from the sky. One landed on my right while the other landed on my left. When I tried to walk forward, they extended their wings so that I could not pass.
Jesus staggered as He dropped His cross on the Earth and collapsed.
"Jesus!" I shouted, trying to get around the angels.
Two Roman guards came from behind Jesus and as He lay down to get on the cross, one of them kicked Him harshly. His face...His beautiful, holy face...skidded on the Earth. I flinched violently and tears sprang in my eyes. Why was He allowing Himself to go through this?!
"Jesus!!!" I screamed.
He looked up at me, His eyes calming me slightly. He lay on the cross, one of the guards grabbed His arm roughly and tied a rope around it. I heard a soft groan...His soft groan...and I shook uncontrollably. The guard grabbed a strong looking hammer and a large nail. He positioned the nail...in Jesus' palm...he tapped it slightly, then his arm went up...up...up...then it smacked down on to the nail. I stared in absolute horror as I heard my Jesus yelp from the pain, the indescribable pain..I sunk to the ground as the other guard stretched Jesus' other arm too much, making a dislocation...I puked on to the ground slightly; if I hadn't have controlled myself, my vomit would travel from here to Egypt.
Then...they lifted the cross up slowly, slowly, until it dropped in to the socket that would hold it. Once it dropped in to the socket, Jesus groaned as His head jerked violently. The thorns were making it's way deep in to His scalp, His forehead, His temples...
The angels moved aside and I ran towards Him as fast as I could, falling at the foot of the cross.
"Oh my gosh...' I whispered as I looked up at Him.
His Blood traveled to the bottom of the cross, making it's way towards me. I heard soft weeping behind me and once I turned around, I saw The Holy Virgin clutching her hands together as she watched her only Son dying. I turned to comfort her, but I heard Him calling my name ever so softly...
"Eva...Eva..."
I turned to look at Him again, the tone in His voice started to make me want to die with Him. He looked at me ever so gently and tenderly and said, "I love you, Eva..."
That really made me cry. Just hearing Him say that made me kiss His bloody toes and caress them as best as I could.
"I love You too, Jesus..." I whispered, my tears slightly cleaning His feet.
He looked up with a slight smile and said, "Father...in to Thy Hands...I commend My Spirit..."
All was still for three seconds...then, He exhaled slowly, His head bowed.
"...Jesus?" I whispered.
The Holy Mother wept silently against the angels as I wept bitterly at the cross. Suddenly, the elements of the Earth were in a rage of the death of The King. The winds blew violently, trees broke, a small half of the city was on fire, the calm waters from the stream were now in a rage. The guards stared at Jesus in horror and then ran down the hill quickly. The winds blew at Jesus' Body violently and I stood.
"No, no..." I said, touching His cold bloody leg.

After awhile, everything became calm. The angels tenderly took Jesus' Body from the cross and laid Him in His Mother's arms. She stroked Him and watched Him, like He was simply asleep...not dead...just asleep...
She kissed His Face and wiped the blood away. I watched Her treat Him like He was a young boy, not a young man; her little boy, the one she grew up with, her dearly beloved Son...
She looked at me lovingly and she put her hand out towards me. I grew confused; what did she want me to do?
She tenderly put her Son's Body in my arms. She cradled His head, kissed it, and made sure my arm was under His limp head. I looked at her with great question in my eyes; was I even allowed to hold Him?
She nodded as more tears ran down her porcelain face. I looked at Jesus and traced with my finger where the thorns were on His forehead. I had remembered how warm His body was, how warm His hands were...now, all of Him was completely cold.
"Jesus..." I whispered, cradling His face in my hands. I kissed His nose ever so slightly and rubbed my warm cheek against His cold cheek. My tears fell on His face...I felt that He was just sleeping in my arms...that's all...He wasn't dead. He couldn't be dead. The Messiah can not
die!
"Don't leave me, Jesus..." I whispered in to His ear while stroking His once ever so silky hair.
I didn't want to let Him go. I wanted to hold Him longer, but the angels slowly started taking Him from my arms.
"No," I said quickly, grabbing Jesus' hand. "No."
The Holy Mother touched my shoulder, her eyes telling me, "Please; we will follow them."
The Holy Mother and I walked hand in hand as we followed the angels to a grave. A man named Joseph was there with many spices
prepared for Jesus' burial. An angel helped Joseph wrap Jesus in a clean white cloth; I stood close by, watching their every move. Before they covered His face, I shouted, "No!"
I rushed over and stared at His magnificently handsome face. Then I did something incredibly unthinkable; I kissed His lips. More tears ran down my face as I remembered what He told me on the cross...
"Eva...Eva...I love you, Eva."
I kissed His lips again and leaned my face against His.
"I love You too, Jesus..." I whispered. "I love You too."