AN: I have not written a story in a while, so this is not very good. Please enjoy, I had a dream like this, so this is purely what I remember.
She looked up at the stairs in front of her. She had never seen anything so white, so gold, and so peaceful. She couldn't remember how she got her, couldn't tell if she was dreaming or not. She grazed her hand on the stairwell and began walking, looking for any sign of life. When she got to the top she saw moments of her life, and she smiled. She knew where she was headed.
She could hear the cries now, they were strained and quiet, but she could hear them very well. She wanted to speak, but nothing came out. She was done speaking to them, she would now have to speak through emotions and heartbeats. She saw a couple with two older kids standing by them, saw another gentleman standing with a baby in his arms. She saw a choir room of people, faces she wished she could see, but they were no longer there. Those were happier times, but she was done with that part of her life. She would now spend her life her.
She was reaching the top of the stairs, and she saw her mother, then one of her two fathers. She smiled and kept on walking. There was one person she was wishing to see. Someone she always held in her heart.
She looked up, and saw a face. It was a face untouched, unaged, and wore a smile that never grew. She smiled, and walked towards him, he led out a hand, and she took it.
Now she was complete.