The room filled me with darkness. I saw nothing. Then he entered. He entered in a tall stature. It was him. But it couldn't be. It was impossible. No. Not him. Why would he be here? No. Not now. But it was. I saw it behind the pain and sorrow. Behind the hair and eyes, it was him. Ben, I thought. I muttered something. I don't know half of what I mutter these days. The ends coming soon, I know it. He knew it too. It had to be him. It had to be. But it wasn't. It wasn't him. Because he killed me. He threw a silver object at me. Pain. Numbness. Weightlessness. Nothingness. Nothingness. Nothingness. Blackness.
He was here. Finally. True, I had only just arrived here but it wasn't any different from what my life had been like the past ten years. Hell. But this wasn't Hell. This was heaven. Golden gates, angels singing. It was perfect. Bliss. And he was here.
Ben, I whispered. He was walking through a crowd of the others. We were about to go in. The gates would be opened soon. We would be saved. An eternity of bliss and happiness. I could get back the years that were taken from me. A tear fell down my face and I wiped it away. Ben, I called once more. This time he saw me.
He turned toward me and walked forward. As he did years disappeared from his face. His eyes turned brown again. His hair lightened in the golden celestial light of heaven. The white stripe disappeared. His smile looked happy again, not just vengeful. As he stared at me, his face was lost in mine. I knew I must be changing too. The effects of the arsenic were being removed. It made sense for us to be perfect before we entered heaven.
He took my hands but I took them away. Instead I placed them on his face. It felt wonderful to be in his arms again. He touched my face as well. For a second, nothing mattered. We were alone. The two of us. Ben, I whispered. A single tear fell down his face. He told me what he did. He told me what he had done. He told me what he had planned to do. What he thought about doing. He was balling now. He fell but I caught him. I told him I didn't care. We were together now. The gates opened. The gates finally opened. We were home free. I thought back to when Ben would sneak over to my house after school. I thought back to our wedding. I thought back to Johanna. She'll be here soon too Ben told me and I couldn't help but be glad. We'd all be together. A family. Together.
He took my hands again but this time I didn't let go. He pulled my face close to his. Our lips nearly touched. We were so close. So close. So close it hurt. Ached. Burned. Scorched. But that wasn't our almost kiss. It was fire. Fire burned around us. Ben held me tight but the force was too strong. It pulled us apart. A force. A Godly force. But there it can't be. There is no God. No God would be cruel enough. It pulled Ben away. It pulled me to the gates. Ben protested but I couldn't. My silent tears were protest enough. Ben, was all my thoughts could muster. All my mind could bear. No one did anything. The other specters weren't around. It was just us. I was pulled into Heaven and Ben was pulled to Hell. And that's when I truly died.