Merry Christmas Guys. Enjoy :)

Jordi's POV

I look around, confused. I'm in the hospital but something's different. There is an eerie quietness haunting the air around me, and all the walls are painted a perfect white. I slowly turn around and come face to face with Bee. My eyes widen in relief and I wrap my arms around her. She feels different, lighter. I pull away slowly and look deeply into her gentle face. A gleam reflects off her ice blue irises and a soft smile spreads across her lips.

"Where are we?" I murmur, not daring to look away from her for even a second.

"The in-between." We both turn to an unfamiliar voice.

"Charlie?" I exclaim surprised. I run over and hug him, the whole experience is unreal. The young boy I've seen lying cold still in a hospital bed, walking, speaking.

"Are we dead?" Bee asks, stepping up beside me, intertwining her fingers in mine without second thought.

"No." Charlie laughs. He has a such a giggly laugh and his nose crinkles when he smiles. "You're not dead, you're just not 'living' either. Look." He points up to what I think would be the familiar high ceilings but instead is a blurry image, no not an image, the people are moving. I'm staring at reality. Suddenly I'm transported to an operating room where I see my limp body lying on a cold table, wires jutting out of me at every direction.

Doctors swarm around me and I faintly hear Nurse Jackson's panicked voice. There's a rapid beeping and more white lab coats swarm into vision. I look away frightened and I'm back to the pristine white lobby, but when I look at Bee her attention is still locked above. The smile is still on her face. We are seeing two different things. Her eyes slowly return back to me and it takes everything in me to not ask her what she saw.

"Well how do we get out of here?" I ask Charlie who shrugs.

"Do you seriously think that I would still be here if I knew?" He teases.

"What's that?" Bee gestures to a long ramp that winds up and up. Suddenly Charlie's smile disappears.

"Why?' he asks quickly. Bee stares him down, her eyes demanding an answer. He sighs before giving in anxiously. "That is the way to Heaven." He says quietly looking away. "Or at least so I've heard."

"Why have you never gone? You know, even just to look?" She questions him. He hesitates.

"I'm afraid." He admits. "I still have this sliver of hope that says I'll get out of here and be normal again. I'm sick of being in a coma but, I could never risk not seeing my family again. Besides," He says "I don't see an end to it, there'd be no point in going up and up forever." Bee squints.

"You don't see that?" She asks both of us. I look where she is but all I see is what Charlie said, a never ending acessend. I shake my head.

"See what?"

"That light." She smiles bringing her hand up to shield her eyes. "Let's go check it out." My heart starts racing and I grab her hands.

"Bee, no."

"Why not Jordi? C'mon. Maybe you can see it if you get closer." She starts off towards the ramp but I pull her back.

"Bee, listen to me-" I start but she cuts me off.

"Hey Charlie, do you think you could give us a moment alone?" She asks sweetly. I look at him with a panicked expression, pleading with him with my eyes not not leave. His eyes move between the two of us before looking up again and sighing.

"I'm sorry Jordi, I'll see you guys- I mean - you later." He stutters before shaking his head and disappearing frustrated. I turn to face Bee, a knot growing in my throat, but I act cool.

"Don't worry, we'll be back soon. I think that Dash was wanting to organize a secret poker game tonight. We can go if you want."

"Jordi, I'm not going back." She tells me calmly, not a hint of remorse in her voice.

"What?" I laugh. "Of course you are! You heard Charlie, this is only temporary, we just have to wait it out."

"No Jordi." She takes my hands. "I'm not going back." My heart catches for a moment in my throat.

"No, Bee." I pull her into my chest and wrap my arms around her tightly. "No, no, no." I whisper into her hair. "Don't talk like that." I hear her sniffle before she looks up at me, her lips still stretched in a smile.

"This is my chance." She shakes her head. "I can finally be with my family again."

"Bee look around you! Your family isn't here, quit being silly." I beg her.

"You're right." She pulls away and gestures back to the ramp. "They're up there." My eyes look everywhere but I can still only see the never ending ramp.

"Bee, there's nothing there." I mumble. She turns once again and looks into my eyes sadly.

"I really wish you could see it." We stand silently, at a loss for words before a light goes off in my head.

"Bee! Think about it! This is the in-between, this is where people in a coma go, look around, your mom isn't here." She laughs at my request and instead of looking around she looks up again.

"You got me again Jor," She chuckles. "If she was in a coma she would be here." Her words confuse me. "I need you to do something for me."

"Anything."

"When you wake up, I need you to be strong. Okay?" She sighs. "Don't be like me, please Jordi don't be me. Don't be sad, enjoy your life an-and don't waste it spending time worrying about what could've been." She chokes up for a second before reaching over and stroking my cheek gently. I swat her hand away, glaring at her behind angry tears.

"I can't believe you." I growl. "How dare you even think about dying? You're so selfish!" I shout in her face. I want to just shake her out of it, to shake us both awake from this nightmare. But I know that I'm not angry she's passing on, I'm afraid. Her eyes widen at my harsh words and her face shrivels, hurt.

"I'm sorry you feel that way." She lowers her eyes quietly, but mine remain locked on her.

"I thought you loved me." I twist the knife deeper, pouring salt into her open wound with my words.

"If you loved me Jordi, you'd let me go!" She snaps, shoving my chest before rushing to hug me. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry Jor. I don't want to end things on a bad note between us." I'm rigid against her, my arms remaining stiffly at my sides while hers' squeeze me tight.

"Then don't end things." I pull her off of me. "You have a choice Phoebe. A speck of light, or reality, and if you chose the first one," I shrug. "Then I'll know you for who you truly are. A crazy, impulsive, liar."

"I know it's hard to understand." She speaks after a moment of gaining her composure. "But it's not a choice, life is not a choice Jordi! Do you think I chose for all of this to happen to me? That I chose to have my family die right in front of me, to hold my sister while she took her dying breath, to get ignored and neglected by my aunt and to spend my last days in a hospital? Life is crazy and impulsive but ultimately I've never once lied to you. This is my fate Jordi, I can't change my path, and that if it was up to me I would be back at the creek with you, singing along to Christmas songs."

"I want to come with you."

"You can't."

"Why not Bee?" I cry.

"Because, I need you, to carry on my legacy. It may not make sense now but it will." She turns to look towards the ramp, her smile returning. "I need to go now." She says softly. My heart leaps and I begin to panic.

"You can't! Just a little bit longer, I-I just need a little more time with you."

"Shhhh. It's okay." She holds a finger up to my lips.

"I'm never going to see you again." I sob.

"That's not true. You'll see me everywhere, because even though I may be leaving earth, I will never leave you Jordi." She leans in to kiss me but I can't even enjoy the sweet gesture because I'm so upset. She pulls away and takes my hand. Her other hand is a fist and she places something cool and smooth on my palm before wrapping my fingers around it and kissing it softly.

"I love you Jordi Palacios." She whispers in my ear and I watch her, speechless, appear on the ramp. Her eyes lock on mine one last time and even from a distance I can see tears gathering in them just like they are gathering in mine. She gives me a big smile, blowing me a slow kiss, and just like that, she was gone.

"Bee!" I scream at the top of my lungs falling to my knees. Sobs over take my body and all I can do is cry her name over and over. Through watery eyes, hot with salty tears, and with trembling hands I unfold my fist and stare at the silver trinket lying in my hand. A heart shaped locket. I slowly, hesitantly, slide my fingernail between the two sides and it clicks open to reveal a picture of Bee and I. Both of us beaming, leaned over a guitar, at the creek. The sobs come harder now and I force myself to close the locket quickly. I feel bumps on the front of my palm and I turn the locket over, awestruck. On the back of the locket were three engraved words.

La Vie Continue

The End

Look for possible sequel coming soon.