The Giver woke up to see nothing but white. So I'm dead, he thought. The old man then heard a girl giggling and turned around to see a red haired girl in a flowerbed. His eyes widened. It can't be…
The girl turned around. She smiled when she saw him.
"Daddy," the teenage girl cried. Her red hair and white dress blew in the calm wind. The sun shone on her and the flowers shat were up to her knees. The old man stood there, his eyes wide open in shock. His daughter, Rosemary, was in front of him. His daughter, that was dead for over a decade, was now smiling at him, as if nothing happened. Her pale, blue eyes sparkled at him.
"Rosemary," the old man, who had been the former Receiver, stared at his former successor. The clouds from up above blocked the sun partially and then showed it, causing the flower bed, along with everything else, darken and then lighten.
The teenager then started to run towards her father. It was as if time slowed down when she hugged him. The Giver stood there, frozen for a moment or two before he hugged his daughter back tightly, letting a few tears slip out of his eyes. It had been too long.
"I missed you, Daddy," the girl said. Her voice muffled by her dad's shirt. The Giver looked down at her and smiled.
"I missed you too," he said. He the old man then hugged her more tightly, never wanting to let go.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said. Being surprised, Rosemary's father looked down at her. His daughter's eyes were now watering. "I'm sorry I let you down."
The Giver then put his hands firmly on her shoulders and looked down with caring eyes. "Don't be. It wasn't your fault," he said. Rosemary looked up at him, her eyes wide.
"You're not mad?" she asked. The tears stopped leaving her eyes. The old man shook his head.
"I was never mad at you," he replied. "I was upset that you chose to end your own life, but I could never be mad at you." The Giver then ruffled Rosemary's hair and she giggled. Their pale eyes met and then they held hands, Rosemary pulling the former receiver along as they danced with the flowers and the flower petals in the air.
They sat there, in the flower bed, enjoying each other's company without a care in the world. This was the afterlife. This was his real paradise. This was perfect.
I remember reading where it was revealed that Rosemary was The Giver's daughter and thinking about me and my dad when he was alive (he died in 08 due to cancer ;w; )
and so, I dedicate this to him. I wonder if we'll meet like this when I die. I wonder...
anyways, it's three in the morning over here and I can't sleep at all D; (too hot =A=;;;)
And sorry if I messed up the description of Rosemary in here, ( I don't remember what she looked like oAo;;;;;;;; )
anywho, I hope you've enjoyed this, even though it's crap x'D
-Sandy