You are meant to listen to "Hallelujah" By Krystal Meyers while reading. It makes it Better.
:I own nothing:
Light.
That's what I see first. I'm surprised that my eyes still work, or do they?
Cloud…Clouds.
Beautiful white marshmallows are floating above me silently, mysteriously, tauntingly, and lovingly. I almost can't decide which. But it's beautiful, I think. If I'm any judge of beauty.
Golden light and my dreams and hopes and fears and my sadness and joy. Everything starts flowing through me, like they're finally emptying from me, moving on I guess I am. I can't really remember much anymore.
Music is in my ears, I think. Soft, calming, holy music. And voices. The most beautiful noise I've ever heard. I think that they're welcoming me. Telling me to start singing with them. And I want to. Oh, I want to add my voice to their beautiful melody, but I can't. Not yet.
My breath feels like it's been knocked out of me, wind courses around me, warm sunlight caresses me, the music runs through me. I feel alive and like I want to sleep and jump for joy and scream everything that I never got to do and Shout that I love everything. And that's all going to be ok.
I know that one the best.
I finally start to move; I think I'm floating up towards the endless sky. I feel a tear on my cheek. Sadness rushed through me for the last time. But it passed quickly. I would see my friends again soon. I know it, and I think that the very clouds know it, too. And that is very comforting to me.
I couldn't remember exactly, but I think that I had been important in my life. But that didn't matter. Life was like the dirt ground that I was leaving behind me: small and insignificant and dark. Eternity was waiting right in front of me, and I am determined to meet it. I'm lifted higher, air and spirits pulling me, lifting me. And for a moment I feel like I can fly.
And everything is quiet and loud and brilliant and surprising and harmonious and warm and soft and completely wonderful. I am ready.
I see everyone who came and went before me; all of the ones that I had loved. Gyatso holds out his hand, and I reach for it. It's warm and it feels real. I want to cry again, but I'm too happy to cry. I think that if I cried anymore everything would be spoiled. And I really don't want to spoil it. I don't think that I really can spoil it.
The voices are louder now, I feel as if I can recognize them, if I can really concentrate on it. But I don't want to concentrate on it. Gyatso smiles and so does everyone else. I smile back.
"Aang," Gyatso's voice was just the same; no sadness or stress or anything bad. Perfectly content and happy.
I close my eyes; my chest feels like it is going to explode from joy. This is heaven, and I knew it. Eternity had finally called and I had finally answered. And it felt good.
"Welcome home."
A smile floods my system. It feels better than good. It feels like…
Feathers.
This is dedicated to Kimberlee, who died in 2008.
Eternity had saved a place for her.