I dunno why I did this…I just randomly thought of it while listening to a few sad songs.
4:45 pm
Tired eyes found the candle, the wick disappearing slowly, fading away.
The old man blinked, softly, rubbing his eyes. Looking out the window, he could see his great-grandchildren scampering about, their parents talking excitedly.
Combing his fingers through his hair, he hummed gently, glancing at the photo of his friends above the hearth.
Now he was the last of them left, age pulling at his forehead and cheeks, leeching his life from him gradually.
Soon, the instilled sense of aging would fade away.
The man turned back to his computer, adjusting his glasses.
"Oh my galra…" The man breathed, snorting as his hair flopped in front of his face. "I really shoulda gotten get a haircut. Shouldn't have grown my mullet out…"
He typed several more words, before leaning back in his rocking chair to admire his work.
After a few quick edits, he printed the sheets of paper, which were to be his Will.
He stapled them together gently, scowling at his wrinkled, withered fingers.
He signed his name, a bit messily, he admitted, and looked out the window again for the last time.
The man grinned softly, closing his eyes. "It is done." He said, gently, and, with that, his last breath left him.
4:53 pm
He awoke in a sunny field, birds chirping around him.
Somehow, he was standing up, and the hair in front of his eyes was black instead of silver.
He blew it from his face, blinking at the endless green field. Beautiful…
Someone touched his shoulder, and he jumped, whipping around in surprise.
His eyes met the familiar face of his father, kind eyes boring into his, playful smile planted on the older man's face.
The man hesitated, gazing at his father in awe. Was he…dead?
"You're home, son." His father murmured, smiling gently.
His mother, purple skin glowing in the light, drifted up beside his father. "Welcome, Keith." She greeted him, calling him by his first name.
The man - Keith - was sure he was crying.
He felt something wrap around his shoulders, squeezing him tightly, and he started, twisting his head around. His eyes met familiar brown hair, the person not even reaching his shoulders.
Behind the hugger stood six others, closing in one him.
"Pidge." He whispered, bending down and hugging the person wrapped around his waist.
Pidge stepped back, smiling softly at him.
A large oaf clad in yellow picked Keith up in a bone-killer hug, crushing him for a moment.
"Hunk." Keith rasped, laughing.
A blond haired young woman took a step forward, beaming at him.
"Romelle." Keith smiled, squeezing her shoulders.
A man with orange hair skipped forwards, extending his hand.
"Coran." Keith laughed, shaking the outstretched limb messily.
A pair of two people stepped up, and he huffed them both, draping his arms around their shoulders. "Allura, Lance!" He gasped.
Finally a tall man stepped up, looking at Keith with a gentle smile.
"Shiro!" Keith laughed, hugging his adopted brother with all his might.
"As much as I'd like to catch up…" Shiro smiled, ruffling his hair. "There's someone else who wants to see you more."
Keith blinked up at his brother, who stood to the side to reveal a young woman, hair tied back in a ponytail.
"Acxa." He gapped, staring at his wife.
"Hey." She greeted him, smiling. Only three months ago she had died on a mission. (In Keith's defense, he had told her not to go.) "Fancy seeing you here." Then she turned, as did everyone else, in one solid movement.
"Where are we going?" Keith asked, struggling to keep up. How were they moving so quickly.
Acxa and Shiro fell in step beside him, smiling.
Shiro pointed to the dazzling gates before them, looking back at Keith.
"We're going home." Acxa said gently, resting her hand on his back. "Now, let's go! They're so much more waiting inside."