FIFTY THREE YEARS LATER
walking up the hill, the sun shined so beautifully down on him. there millie's grave laid, right in the middle of the field of grass.
finn slowly used his cane to walk up to her headstone. the picture they used for her was so beautiful.
he was so glad they listened to him and put her down in such a peaceful place. she could watch the sunset and sunrise here.
"mills..." he rasps out
he sat down tiredly, "fifty years and i can never get over how high this place is." he chuckles, "so i went to the doctors last week, that's why i haven't visited daily like usual."
"they said i don't have long, cancer is a fucking bitch. they say i can drop dead anytime, it's kinda funny." he laughs loudly before feeling a breeze of wind flow past him
"right, sorry, i shouldn't be laughing." he coughs, "i just- i wanted to see you- visit you- for the last time. i'm not quite sure what happens after death and maybe we won't meet again up there. i hope we do, of course, but i- i'll miss you."
"maybe it's just darkness and the whole heaven and hell thing is bullshit. i guess, i didn't want to die anywhere but here. life's been great, hard without you but it's been great. i'll just want to conclude it like this." he smiles, laying down on the grass
"oh hey look, that's a fluffy cloud. ooh, do you live on something like that? or do you have a grass cage or something?" he asks as if someone would answer him
"is heaven beautiful like people say? how do you even get there?" he continues on curiously, "i'll just have to see for myself then." he sighs, closing his eyes
"imma just take a little-" he yawns, "a little nap here. it's quite peaceful, no one can bug me awake."
even if there was someone nearby to shake him awake, they couldn't because well, finn wolfhard was on his way to join the love of his life millie bobby brown.
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who's singing?
he looked around and he was in the middle of a field dandelions.
when and how?
rubbing his eyes, he continued to look and walk around.
wait... he stares down at his hand... was he young again?
"h-hello?" he calls out
the singing only got louder and he followed the angelic voice.
there sat a girl, swinging on a wooden swing on the field.
"i'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on every one that you'll be mine." she sings softly as she kicks her legs with a wide smile
his eyes widen at who it was, "m-millie?"
she stops swinging and looks up, "finnie! you made it!" she gets off the swing and makes her way over to him
"i- where am i? am i dead?" he asks, looking around
"aww baby, you're at the halfway point." she smiles softly
