My Dinner with Andrew 2
Kate lasted eight years instead of five, proving that even if you measured and weighed your life with exact measurements, God was the only one who could decide when you died.
Beth Hoppit, her former rival, promised to continue her research. The two had published many discoveries together, stopping only when Kate became too ill to work. The brunette knew her past self would be surprised to find that her lab partner drove her to and from chemotherapy treatments, and stayed with her during the worse of symptoms.
As her life faded until she barely heard the beeping of the hospital machines, Dr. Calder could feel a familiar warm glow envelop her room.
"Andrew," she whispered. The pain was already receding. The man looked unchanged throughout the years, still with his long locks of dark-golden hair and handsome smile.
She was glad the angel had made the mistake and convinced her to reconcile her life. Not only did she find a friend and a research partner, Kate had found she could accept her death with open arms, instead of fighting the countdown of her passing with every breath she had.
He kissed her hand as before. The only mortal to call him Love, he was awed by the peace she had in her eyes. Gone was the jaded woman who only lived for her own benefit.
"No more waiting, Kate. Just like I told you, so many years ago, I'm going to take you home. Dinner and a reality more beautiful than you can imagine are waiting for you."
The woman smiled, tears falling down her face. What lay on the other side couldn't be quantified, and she couldn't have asked for a better guide. Taking Andrew's hand, she departed her life willingly by his side.