EPILOGUE
What is it? Will I find it if I rip your chest apart? Will I find it if I crack open your skull? You humans speak that word so easily. It's as if…yes…I see…it's as if this thing in my hand…is the heart?
I gasped as I opened my eyes. How could I possibly have survived this time? How many hands was I going to be dealt? I looked down at my body and realized I was in one piece and completely healthy. It was then that I took in my surroundings. I was surrounded by white. Everything was white for as far as the eye could see, it was almost smoky.
Where am I? Why am I here?
Before I could move I felt a hand grip onto my shoulder tightly. I didn't flinch; it was almost as if I expected it. I glanced down at it from the corner of my eye. Pasty white. It's you.
I turned around and grabbed his hand. It was then that I understood where I was and where I was headed. We walked through the smoky white arena, hand in hand, until we came to a light. I smiled to myself and then up at him—my smile was returned. We stepped through the lightened gate and onto the next part of our journey. The best part about it was not peace or eternal salvation…but that…
We would be together…always.
