Chapter 7
John didn't wake up. To Elizabeth, he had died. It had been nearly a month. And still, he was unconscious. She lay on top of him, kissed him, held him tight, and did everything else she could to keep him warm. But still, nothing. He was still breathing, just not responding.
John walked into a white area. He was in a white tuxedo, nothing black not even the bow. The white soon became a meadow. A forest meadow. John, still wearing white, walked the meadow as if he already knew where he was. Then, he stopped to look around, as if looking for someone. "John?" a voice asked. He turned, and there, he saw her. His wife that is. Smiling, he ran to her and took he into his arms. She buried her face in his breast and he held her closer and closer. "See? I told you I'd be fine." He said to Elizabeth. She was wearing a beautiful white dress. "Oh dearest, where are we?" He turned to her, and looking right into her eyes, he said, "We are going for a little walk." She smiled, believing him, thinking everything would be fine. And so, they walked. John entertained her by telling her jokes and stories. Soon, they arrived at a gate. There, they stopped. He turned to her, and said, "I'm going home. I want you to come with me." Elizabeth looked shocked and upset. "What?" she managed to ask. John looked sad. "I want you to come with me." "No, John no! You can't just give up on me like this! Please no!" "Elizabeth, my physical body is far too weak. I can't carry on on earth. But please, come with me." "John you know that's not possible! You can't do this to me! We have a future, maybe even a family!" "Dear I-" Elizabeth fell to her knees and sobbed. John's countenance was filled with sadness and regret. He knelt by her and pressed his cheek against hers while whispering,"I'm sorry Beloved, but I have to go."
Elizabeth awoke from her dream, trembling and crying. He was still breathing, and she lay on top of him again and cried herself to sleep.