Imagine Us in Heaven

Heaven

"Are you awake, Blythe?"

I blink and find the light staring straight at me. I almost hurl curses, if not for the dryness in my throat. I push myself up with my hands, using all my strength, and look around, only to find myself in the middle of a massive turquoise ocean with lovely hills.

And in front of me stands a gorgeous female...

I suppress a gasp as I recognize the person. I mean, who wouldn't recognize that face?

That face is shaped like a heart. The standout features are her broad forehead and cheekbones, and that famous wide-eyed look. This is fucking Anya Taylor-Joy!

I look around again and realize that I'm not just in the middle of the ocean-I am floating on top instead of sinking below.

"Are you done checking yourself and me?" she asks, her hands on her hips. "Can we talk now?"

"Is someone pranking me?"

"Does it look like a prank?"

"You're Anya Taylor-Joy!?"

"Well, you're the one who wants to see me this way, kid. I'm just playing out your fantasy. Help me out here, will you?"

She gestures for me to follow, and I do, almost stumbling in my steps as I can't believe I'm fucking walking on water.

As we reach the shore, she leads me under a huge canopy tent. Underneath, there's a banquet strewn with colorful pillows and cushions, and in the middle is a small table filled with all sorts of desserts. She sits on one of the pillows and gestures for me to do the same. I choose to sit on the pillow across from her to better see her face. I still can't believe I'm meeting my favorite actress!

"So," she rests a hand under her chin and her elbow on her knees. Sitting cross-legged, relaxed, and cheerful, her natural hazel eyes brim with wonder. "You're Blythe Lovell."

I smile and answer, "And you're God."

Her serene expression shows signs of excitement. "How very interesting!"

I start scrutinizing our surroundings once more. "Are we in heaven?"

"A part of it."

I look at her. "Am I dead?"

"What do you think?"

I sigh. "Am I going to assume everything on my own?"

Hearing this, she throws her head back and laughs out loud. She doesn't seem concerned that my vibes are off. In fact, I think she's making fun of the situation. "I think you already know where you're headed even before your story started."

I pause. "Yes, I think I know. I'm destined to die."

She suddenly conjures a dandelion out of nowhere and blows it, letting the wind carry its seeds where they should go. "Your halo has always been faint."

"I thought so. But he chose me."

"Ah," her eyes twinkle. "He chose you, didn't he?"

"Why did he choose me?"

"Why wouldn't he?"

"I don't deserve someone like that," I say truthfully. "Someone as beautiful as that."

"Just because your soul is tainted doesn't mean you don't deserve the good things," she says, staring straight into my eyes. "Light has always been attracted to the dark. And the darkness cannot live without the light. But we are not here to discuss semantics. You dislike that, don't you, Blythe?"

I cackle as I recall my past self. "Yes, I hate it."

"Hate is a strong word, don't you agree? Sometimes you learn to love what you hate. He taught you that too."