Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie. Trust me, I would have treated her better.
The company I keep is not exactly known for their longevity. I have imagined my death many times before; pictured it, held it in my hands as if it were something tangible, but I never imagined it like this.
I thought dying would hurt a lot more, but it feels more like a tingling; as if my life force is seeping out of me along with my blood. Funny feeling.
I close my eyes against the sight of my body, now something so ruined and foreign. Too bad, I was kind of starting to like it. Wait, is that yelling?
Then it's gone – no more strange tingling feeling. In fact, I pause and do a mental scan of my person, I feel… Perfect. No aches, no pains, and that annoying migraine is gone. I feel… Nothing.
I open my eyes and glance around – I am standing in a field of wildflowers. It's, for lack of a better phrase, totally rad. After a few moments of consuming the scene my hungry eyes look down at myself. I half expect to be wearing some sort of ethereal white dress, this is heaven after all, right? But instead, I am bedecked in my favorite LARPing armor, except, it looks like someone made a few improvements.
I look back up and scan the horizon, and I can just see the tents in the distance. This is it. This… is home.
End