If You Ever Come Back ~Peterick Fanfic~

6 - I've Never Felt So Light

Pete's POV

White, is the only thing my eyes can register when I open them. I blink them a couple times, but there is still nothing I can recognize.

I try to move my body, in which I succeed. That calms me down a little bit, but it still confuses me that I can't see anything but white.

I notice that I was laying down the whole time, so I try to stand up. I can't see the floor I am standing on, but it feels kinda soft, like grass.

I turn a full circle, searching for any sign of life in this weird, white place.

That is when something hits me. My last memory. My feet hitting the void and then those waves of blackness suffocating me. And what hits me the most, is what I did, and why I did it.

I stumble a few steps back, my head overflowing with that one thought.

I am dead. This is what it looks like when you're dead.

I feel a little more calm after that, because I finally have a logical answer for why I am here. But then another thought hits me.

Patrick Stump. Now all possibilities of seeing him again are gone.

I feel that my body wants to cry, but it is impossible to cry. It is like all the tears are gone.

For how long have I been in this place? Minutes? Hours? Days? Weeks?

I decide to walk further, because I won't get any information about this place if I just keep standing here.

I walk for what seems like ages, until I see a blurry form in the distance. I don't know if it is a person or a thing, but I know that I am happy to see that I am not the only thing in this field of clouds.

It looks like the figure is moving too, so we come closer to each other, and then I can finally see the figure properly.

The long black hair, the same hazel eyes as I have, that sweet little smile I saw so often, her blushing cheeks, her oversized Green Day shirt.

I am standing in front of my sister.

That is when the tears are back again. I run towards her and hug her so tight, I am afraid I might hurt her.

She is about half a foot taller than me, so she looks down at me.

"Peter, you little idiot", she whispers in my hair. I smile and remember that I got so annoyed when she called me Peter instead of Pete.

"I thought you were smarter than I was", she whispers, and I hear that she is choking back tears.

"I thought that you knew that the world was too beautiful to leave. I thought that you knew that you should never let anyone get you down".

"But I didn't", I say as I look up at her. "I did something way worse. I let someone love me, and I started loving him back. I let him taking over my life".

"Oh, love...", she says in a sad voice. "It can be such a killer..."

I nod in agreement. Memories of Patrick flash by in my brain, and it hurts more than ever now I know that I will probably never see him again.

"What is it like, living in this place?", I ask. "Is this everything? Are we stuck in this stupid, white mass for eternity?".

"No". My sister laughs like I just said something funny. "This is basically just the front door of everything. I will show you around, come on".

I wonder where she is going to take me, because I feel like I have explored this whole damn place.

"Where are we going?", I ask.

"Up", is the only thing my sister says, and while she says it, a pair of shining white wings with black tips unfold from behind her.

I don't have time to ask anything or to be amazed becuase she takes my hand and flies away. I can feel the air against my body and her wings pushing us forward. It is a thing I will never forget.

I see the white mass slowly disappearing underneath us and as I look up, I see that the whiteness is opening up to make room for what seems like an portal.

We fly through it and I need to cover my eyes with my other hand to protect them from the sudden light all around us.

As my eyes are used to the light, I look around. My first thought is that it looks like one of those Greek temples I've seen in books or movies.

My second thought is that it is crowded as hell -or should I say crowded as heaven- because there were people everywhere.

Their ages varied a lot. I almost got run over by a toddler on a tricycle, while on my right an old man with grey hair smiled at me.

"Are those people... Are they all dead?", I ask a bit scared.

"Yes", my sister confirms with a smile. "Just like you and me".

"And do they all have wings?", I ask. "Do I have wings?", I then ask and my eyes widen.

My sister nods in agreement. She makes a little hand movement that I recognise as 'try it'.

My whole body gets tense and I lean backwards, as I feel my back being ripped open. It doesn't hurt, it just feels weird.

I stand up straight again, trying to look behind me.

"What do they look like?", I ask excited.

"They are white, like mine", my sister answers. "But they have red, kind of crimson coloured tips. Everyone has different coloured tips. It depends on how they died.

Mine are black, because I commited suicide when I was depressed. Yours are red, which means you died while you suffered from a broken heart".

I nod and look around without saying anything. Then I spread my wings and feel the air move underneath them.

My body leaves the ground and I see the people getting smaller. I spread my arms and close my eyes, so it's just me, my wings and the air.

And until that moment, I swear, I've never felt so light.

A/N: yayyy Pete is in heaven and happy again. I just discovered a song which really reminded me of this story. It's called Remember When (Push Rewind) by Chris Wallace. Y'all should listen to it!

And if you guys want, you can follow me on Instagram: it's @ quietly.obsessed.

Thank you for all the comments on the last chapter, and I am sorry for all the souls I have crushed, but I hope this one is a bit happier.

~Panda