Hey all! This is a new idea I'm working on... Don't worry, I'm still writing Lost and Found and Something More (though they are on hiatus until the 5th of November) but this idea just struck me out of nowhere and I decided to try it out. Tell me what you think, okay?

My name is Mimi. Mimi Tachikawa. I live in Heaven.

Interesting choice of words there. Because really, to be in Heaven, you have to be dead. Maybe you exist in Heaven? I mean, as long as your spirit and soul endure, you can't really be gone. Can you? I'm not sure. I haven't really been here long enough to work out all the details. Only about a week, I think.

Naturally, I have learned the basics. It most likely sounds strange to you, but I had a tour guide. Her name was Alice. I didn't know much about her then, and I have to say that I still don't. She seemed to be about fifty years old. Her blonde hair was getting coarse, and streaks of grey ran through it. Deep tracks ran around her light blue eyes. She taught me all I needed to know.

Heaven is basically what you most wanted when you were on Earth. It isn't clouds and rainbows and everything I was expecting. My home is a lot like my grandmother's mansion. I always loved her home. Not just the house, which was three levels high and as grand as any I have seen, but the lands. Miles and miles of green grass, a creek through the back, giant old trees that seemed to touch the sky. One had a little wooden swing tied in it. That disappeared on Earth years ago, but has reappeared here in my Heaven. Whenever we used to visit Grandma when I was little, I would spend the time down the back, picking flowers, splashing in the water and exploring round the trees. I never got sick of that old place.

Still, Heaven is so much more than just the house. There are paths that lead everywhere. One leads to a kind of gazebo that sits on the edge of everything.

There aren't lots of people roaming around. Often I'm alone. Just with my thoughts. I have come in contact with about ten others. They come and go. When my Heaven intersects with theirs, they're here. Otherwise they are somewhere else in the wide beyond.

They had my funeral yesterday. I was watching from the gazebo. So much black. It was like the sea at night. Save for my dearest friends, who all wore something pink. Pink always was my favourite colour. A lot of my Heaven is pink.

I can see my tombstone from here. "Her sacrifice will always be remembered in the hearts of those who love her."

Funny, those words just don't make sense to me. No matter how many times I read the flowery writing on the cool white marble. It didn't feel like a sacrifice. It was a choice. And all choices have consequences.

I suppose you're wondering now why I'm here. It's a natural question for the living. One of the first things I noticed when I arrived here, however, is that there is an unspoken rule. You must never ask another person how they passed on. Of course, a person may freely offer that information at any given time. I haven't told anybody yet. It's not that I don't want to. It's just that I don't think they could possibly understand. Which is silly, really. They probably would understand better than anyone.

But I just can't tell them.

Emma's Useless Facts About Nothing in Particular

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