Okay, this is the chapter in which the NO MINO POLICY wll actually come into play. None of her characters will be mentioned or show up.

This theme is called Heaven, and it's about Bri and Oskar meeting up in Elysium!

So yeah . . . enjoy!

~*~*~Chapter Seven, Theme Seven: Heaven~*~*~

Oskar sighed. It was boring here. Behind the beautiful scenery, the lush lawns and the practically glittering houses, it was boring. So . . . this was like heaven, but that didn't mean it was even mildly interesting. He sighed, watching a ghostly couple float by him, smiling and talking. They were half-bloods, heroes, like most of the people in this quaint little valley. The boy, of about eighteen years of age (in his ghost form, anyway), was big and burly, with a hard face but a kind expression. The girl was beautiful, there was no doubt, with long and flowing black hair, and skin that seemed to shine in the fake sunlight. Oskar knew that he should have known who they were . . . but he couldn't quite place it, and besides, he had other things on his mind.

The dead couple reminded him of himself and Bri. Maybe it was selfish . . . but he wanted her back, He loved her. His heart that was no longer beating ached for her. Every time he saw a translucent head of red hair, he would turn around, just to make sure. Just to make sure that it wasn't Bri.

He knew it was futile . . . Bri wouldn't be down in Elysium so soon. Would she?

No, surely not, he thought, and gazed after the ghostly couple until they disappeared down the around a street corner.

She can't be, there is no reason, Oskar thought, but he knew that there was a reason. She was a half-blood, it was as simple as that. Bri could die any day.

Part of Oskar didn't want her to. She had so much more to live for . . .her sister, friends, falling in love with another man, getting a job, having children. Bri had so much to live for, so much more than he had had. As far as he was concerned, all that he had in the world of the living was Bri. She was the only person that he had cared about. He would have loved to have married her, had children . . . Oskar would have loved to have a life with Bri. But of course, that was a dream where there would be no result. There couldn't be. He was dead, Bri was living. They couldn't have a life together. Not anymore.

But part of him did want her to come to Elysium. He couldn't really say that he wanted her to die, it sounded so horrible . . . but he did want to see her again, to hold her, like the burly guy had done to his girlfriend. Ghosts could do that, Oskar wanted that.

Oskar sighed wistfully and shifted slightly on the fountain that he was sitting on, even though he technically did need to sit anywhere. Oh well. It was like eating. The dead didn't need to eat, but that didn't mean that they couldn't, or didn't enjoy it.

Out of the corner of his eye, Oskar spotted something that made his head snap to the left. A girl, around his age, had just drifted past the street where he was on, and had continued down the one adjacent to it.

No, it couldn't be . . . it was just another one of his hopeless dreams. It was. It was. It was. It was not Bri.

But no matter how much Oskar told himself these things, he couldn't help getting up and following the girl.

Oskar turned corners of the streets, following much behind the ghost girl that she had seen. Curly red hair . . . gymnast build, skinny. It couldn't be Bri . . . the girl had to have just been a look-a-like from the back.

Oskar turned another street corner, and was surprised to find that he had almost completely caught up with the girl.

She had stopped, but was still facing with her back toward her. The ghost girl was hugging somebody . . . a woman, probably in her mid-20's. The woman also had red hair . . . a pretty, slight face. Green eyes. She looked . . . she looked like an older version of Bri.

Oskar remembered something that Bri had told him about her past, about her sister that had brought her to Camp Half-Blood. Surely not. This had to just be a coincidence. Maybe in this light, she looked like Bri. Maybe if he just moved . . .

Before he could, the woman caught his eye, and her face grew curious. Her dull eyes now shown with a small spark, and her face suddenly lifted a little more. She raised an eyebrow at him, but said nothing. The girl that was hugging her looked up, and, seeing the woman's expression, turned around, almost too fast for Oskar to be prepared for anything that came next.

When he saw her, Oskar's non-beating heart felt like it had been caught in his throat. He stared at her for a good, long minute, before doing anything. Her hair . . . the curly, red hair. Her eyes, green and as luminescent as ever. Her freckles, the countless numbers of them. Her gymnasit's body, as beatiful as ever.

She was Bri. She was, she was, she was . . .

Oskar felt a wide, delighted grin cross his face. His cheeks balled up with it, and his eyes lit up. Almost at the same time, a small smile graced her face. Her eyes lit up as well, and Oskar could even swear there were a few tears in them.

Then, Oskar went toward her, very fast. She smiled even wider and floated even closer toward him. They met, and in perfect harmony, Oskar brought his hands up to her face and touched her cheeks, very gently, glad to be able to caress her again. She smiled as she looked up at him, and he returned the smile.

Oskar brought his face closer to her's, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, there lips met, and didn't brake apart for a long, long time.

When Oskar finally broke apart from her, he was smiling even wider.

"I have missed you so much," he whispered.

Bri's smile didn't waver. "I missed you too."

Bri is owned by FlyingToastersUnite, and Oskar is owned by me. :)