"Can you call my parents in?" Will asked Louisa. She looked at him as if she was about to breakdown. She was red in the face and her lips were trembling as she nodded her head slowly.
Louisa stood up to open the door. She could feel Will's eyes on her back but she knew that she had to be strong. That she would be okay in the end. That she could survive this void he would be leaving in her soul.
When she opened the door, it wasn't just Will's family that was sitting in the small room. An elderly woman with kind eyes held a necklace in her hand as if it was a lifeline.
They all looked at Louisa as she approached them. "He's ready."
The old woman held her free hand in the air. "Not just yet dear."
Camilla Traynor stood to introduce the two women. "Louisa, this is Harriet, Will's grandmother. She says that she would like to discuss a few things with you and Will before . . ." She seemed to be choked up on one specific word.
Louisa Clark smiled at the wrinkled woman. "Of course."
Harriet smiled and motioned to the door. Louisa nodded her head and led the woman to Will.
Will was staring up at the ceiling, breathing heavily as if to control his tears from overflowing. He looked over when he heard the door open.
"Hello Will."
Will blinked. "Grandma, what are you doing here?"
"To show you something." Harriet hobbled over to the side of his bed and beckoned Louisa over when she noticed that the girl was frozen in her spot.
"Grandma, I'm not going to ch-"
"I know my dear boy. Just listen to me." She shushed as Louisa kneeled.
Harriet took a deep breath. "Tell me Will. How do you think everyone's life will turn out when you die?"
Will refused to spare a glance at Louisa. "A think- I know that a huge weight will be lifted off their shoulders."
A white eyebrow raised. "Will it really?"
Will and Louisa were silent as Harriet placed the necklace in Will's hand that rested on his chest. She then picked up Louisa's and placed it on top of his and then finally laid hers. "Let me show you." She said before a bright light flashed and they were gone
They were on a roof. That was all Louisa could muster out of their location. It was a city. Maybe London? She looked at Will and saw that he was no longer in his bed and now in his wheelchair.
Will looked around the roof. What just happened? Am I dead already? He looked for his Grandma but found no elderly woman. Just his Clark looking as confused as him.
"Where the-" Will was cut off by a sound. A girl in her pajamas walked onto the roof, a little drunk. She stumbled over to the ledge. She steps closer and closer to the ledge. Will wants to yell at the girl but he just sits and watches.
The woman with the short haircut finally turns around. Louisa and Will gasp when they realize that the girl in plain pajamas is Louisa Clark but an older, more tired version.
The girl turns to the sky. "Eighteen months. Eighteen whole months. So when is it going to be enough? Because this doesn't feel like living."
Will looks at this sad girl and sighs. He was guessing that she was talking to him.
"You didn't give me a bloody life, did you? Not really. You just smashed up my old one. Smashed it in to little pieces. What am I meant to do with what's left? When is it going to feel-"
Louisa couldn't believe it as she watched her future depressed state curse the man she loves. That girl had so much anger. Her clothes didn't even have any fun print on them. And why the heck did she get a haircut? She looked so broken and all Louisa wanted to do was reach out and pull the girl off the ledge to give her a big hug and tell her it was going to be okay.
Will wanted to cry. The broken man wanted to cry. This is what his Clark would think of him after death? He knew that she wouldn't be happy but he never thought she'd be angry with him. She was supposed to understand! But he took one more look at the girl who didn't have Mickey Mouse on her sweatshirt and felt a twinge in his heart. She looked older with the tired lines that had taken away the glint in her eyes. She looked as if her familiar smile had died with Will and was replaced by a permanent frown.
Will and Louisa's internal rambling ceased when they heard a girl's voice say, "I don't think you should stand there."
And then, to their horror, older Louisa fell off the building.
And the scene changed.