The last thing I see is her face. The last thing I hear is her voice. Even though I know it isn't her I feel comforted by the idea of her. I try to imagine it is really her, leaning over, and whispering to me as the entire world goes dark. As my mind fades into the endless night. I float away on the wind of her whisper.
Then the light. I shake my head, wanting to revel in the darkness and the prospect of oblivion. I can never truley see her again, and so I want to see nothing and noone ever again. Yet on the light I hear her voice... I am drawn and cannot help but follow. Her voice is growing stronger. Her scent invades my senses, pulling me ever onward. I feel so light now, no longer heavy and weighed down by my turmoil, my selfloathing, my fear, and insecurities.
Just a little farther. I can make out her form now, in the distance. Barely, but I know it is her. As I draw closer and closer I can make out her words. She is calling to me. Only to me. She calls my name, "Wesley, Wesley," and as I near she envelopes me in her arms. Fred. My Fred. She waited for me. She would not complete her journey without me. Now as I hold her close, I am glad to be on the otherside. Together, wemove into eternity.