Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer and therefore I do not own Twilight or the wonderful characters I screw with.
Forever
September 20th, 2036
He closed his eyes and tilted his face to the sky. He was waiting for someone, though he couldn't really remember who anymore. He was at peace with himself, though he still remembered...
He hadn't found peace in life.
But that wasn't the case anymore. Part of him knew that he was waiting on somebody in his own little world. The thing was, even though he knew days were passing – perhaps months or even years – it often felt like no time had passed at all.
He wasn't sure how to describe where he was. Sometimes he'd swear he was in a field; wide, rolling, and greener than anything he'd ever seen when he was alive. Other times all around him, it was white, or perhaps a light gray, like he was in the clouds – or at least in a land of smoke. And other times, it was pure darkness.
Some of it would probably feel disturbing to a lot of people. But he knew he was safe, he wasn't a hundred percent certain how he knew it, he just did.
He wasn't a hundred percent certain where he was, though he didn't think it was heaven... or hell. Maybe purgatory or someplace else like it.
Which, if it was some sort of place for lost souls that had no place else to go, he had to wonder why he was at peace with it.
But he couldn't truly bother himself to focus on it for long.
"Impossible." A voice said suddenly.
He sat up, looking in the direction the voice came from, his eyes widening as he recognized the man in front of him. The man looked slightly older than he remembered, a smattering of hair on his face that he'd never had before.
"Impossible," the man said again, stopping too far away.
He stood up, starting to make his way toward the man. "How long has it been?"
"You've been gone for twenty-five years."
He looked at the only man he'd ever loved even closer. "You don't look like you're in your early sixties."
The man glanced down at himself briefly. "Huh, what do you know, a gray tweed shirt and jeans." Then he shook his head. "Probably for the best that I don't look as I did when I... Well, it wasn't a pleasant sight. But how are you here? And where are we?"
He shrugged. "I don't know the answers to those questions. I've just known I was waiting for someone. Waiting for you, it seems."
"I have so much to tell you. So much you missed."
"We have time."
The man took the last step to him. "I never thought I'd see you again, Seth."
Garrett leaned down and kissed him.