Heaven on Earth
Disclaimer: I own no one!
A/N- Rachel, thanks for helping me pick the pairing!
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I have no concept of time. Life in limbo is the worst thing I've ever experienced. Two seconds, two minutes, two hours, two days, two weeks, two months, or even two years, they're all the same to me.
I chose not to pass onto Heaven. I had a taste of it; it was desirable, but I had no way to look over Trish.
Trish and I were together for close to six years. Over half a decade… We were normal. We fought. We broke up, dated other people, many many times.
We always ended up together though.
Before my passing, we were as close as close can be. We lived together. We ate together. We slept together.
The only thing we didn't do was travel together. Working for different companies made it so our travel schedules were impossible to be the same.
Trish wasn't with me when I died. She was half a world away in Australia, in a match.
Alex and I had done that move dozens of times. It was a normal part of our match together.
He missed by half an inch, landing across my neck, snapping it. I died instantly.
I don't blame Alex. It wasn't his fault. It was my time to go, I guess.
After I died, I went to Heaven. Well, at least, I got to the gates of Heaven.
I had a chance for Eternal Paradise. No pain, no suffering, flesh, and a sense of time…Sounds good, doesn't it?
The only catch is "stage one" angels can't see down to Earth, one of the laws of Heaven. The tour guide explained it to me.
Yes, Heaven has tour guides.
I couldn't stay there. I left Trish so quickly that I couldn't bear going fifty or sixty years without seeing her. It was never in my nature to ignore the ones I loved.
Now, I wander the earth. 'Life' has taken on new meaning. I live in the shadow of the life I once knew and loved.
Trish goes through the motions of life. It is obvious. She cries at night. She visits my grave daily, just talking, telling me about her life, and telling me about our baby.
She talks to me. I'm not sure if she knows I can hear her, but I do hear her, every single word. I respond in my own way. Each night as she sleeps, I whisper in her ear.
AJ, you've been gone two months. The doctor says our baby is doing fine. He's just the right size, and growing normally. I wish you could meet him. I wish you could hold him. God, I miss you.
My heart breaks for her. She misses me, and I have no way of allowing her to see me. What can I do?
Last night with rain pattering on the windows, I crept into her room, like I usually do. Squatting beside the bed, I whispered softly'
I'm always with you. I couldn't bear to leave. I love you. Don't worry about Axel Alan. I'm not leaving either of you. Know I am always with you, Patricia. You're better than Heaven even if I can't touch you.
Axel Alan Jones, our son, is due in five months. I never knew the night we discussed names would be our last conversation. I guess my name is going to live on. Trish already calls him AJ.
I just hope Trish knows I'm there for her, because I've finally found my Heaven.
On Earth
The End