Jefs POV:
I saw Good but . . . he was different. He had fluffy, white feathered wings and a halo. He looked like an angel with those puffy wings and glowing, golden halo. His teal eyes stared at me with a frown as he told me something — to swim up one last time. I kicked my feet slowly, flaring up my arms. I kicked at the figure a bit more, their grip slipping on my ankle. I drifted up a little, their grip on my ankle deepening. I had given up at this point.
I stared up at the angel Good above me with half-closed eyes. My ears were plugged and my lungs were full with water, stinging. Was God letting me see everyone I've loved before I died? Was I dying? Was this all my imagination? I love you, mother. I love you, father. I love you, Good. I love you, Andrew. I love you, grandma. I love you, grandpa. I love you, Pumpkin kingdom. I love you, Ice kingdom. I love you, Woodland. I love you all.
My eyes slowly started to flutter shut, but they quickly jolted open as an arm dove into the water, someone from the land grabbed my floating arm. The angel Good then disappeared.
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