Floating (2nd book)

19. Love from beyond the grave

Song for this chapter: Poison & wine- The civil wars
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I hastily follow Gabriel around heaven.

I don't even know where I'm going, I just focus my eyes in the back of Gabriel's shining mop of blonde hair to distract myself from my thoughts.

I'm going to see my dead parents.

I can't believe they're dead.

I don't think I accepted it until now.

It's a hard thing to swallow. The two people that you love and cherish most in the world are gone.

The woman that tucks you in to bed at night, helps you feel better when you're sick, holds you when you cry- is gone.

My dad's never going to give me reassuring hugs, or go on bike rides with me, or make me laugh- ever again.

I'm only eighteen! My parents shouldn't be gone!

I concentrate on the firm grip Asher has on my hand.

Thank God I have him.

My thoughts evert as Gabriel stops at a random house.

He turns to me.

"This door will take us to the spirit world of Heaven," he tells me.

I barely manage a nod.

Gabriel opens the door and a blinding light forces me to close my eyes.

I feel a hand in my back push me forward, and suddenly I am falling into oblivion.
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My eyes snap open.

I feel a light breeze tickle my skin.

I see a perfect blue sky filled with fluffy, swirls of clouds.

I feel the slight cushion of grass underneath my body.

I push myself up to a sitting position.

I realize, I'm at home.

I see my house and my lake.

The door is open.

Maybe my parents are in there!

At the thought of seeing my parents just one more time, I get up to to my feet and sprint.

I ignore the burning in my lungs and thighs. I would run a five hundred yard marathon just to see them again.

I get to my porch and almost trip over the steps trying to get up them so fast.

I burst through the door.

"Mom? Dad?" I scream.

The room is empty.

Like my heart.

I stand there in complete melancholy.

"Rose?" I hear a soft voice question as if my name were a faraway dream.

I whip my body around.

I meet the soft green eyes of my mother.

Her beautiful blonde hair frames her jawline and her red lips tremble.

I break down in tears.

"Mommy?" I ask as if she weren't real.

She runs to me and I crumble into her embrace.

Our tears intermix leaving our faces soaking wet.

"I don't want you to leave me!" I sob into her shoulder.

She runs her hands up and down my back.

"I'll always be with you, Rosie," she cries.

I shake my head.

"No you won't! I won't ever see you again after this! I'll never be able to hug you or tell you I love you ever again!"

My mom sobs like I've never seen before.

"Please don't leave me," I beg.

My dad stands in the doorway.

"Daddy?"I cry.

He quickly joins our group hug of crying.

"I can't live without you,"I tell them with certainty.

"No," my dad says,"this will make you much stronger."

I shake my head. Tears blue my vision.

"Please tell me this is a dream. Please tell me you're at home worrying about me!"

They shake their heads.

I grab their hands, hoping that maybe if I hold on tight enough, it will bring them back.

"I'm living in a nightmare," I tell them.

My mom caresses my face.

"You need to live, Rosie. You are loved by so many, and the most by that beautiful dark-haired man."

I pull away from her hand a bit.

"How do you know about Asher?" I ask.

My parents smile to themselves.

"You automatically learn everything when you die. We even know about this war you're going to be fighting."

My mouth hangs open.

My dad puts his hand in my shoulder.

"You'll turn out alright. I'm sure you'll save Dante and Heaven," he reassures me.

Suddenly Gabriel's voice cuts through.

"I need to pull you out, say your goodbyes," he says with worry.

I panick.

I grab my mom and dad's hands.

"No!" I scream.

My eyes let out streams of tears.

"Goodbye!" They tell me with bittersweet smiles.

"Mom! Dad!" I scream as an invisible force pulls me away from them.

"No! Leave me here! I want stay with them! I choose my parents! I choose them!" I shriek.

My parents faces become blurrier as my body is dragged farther away.

This is the last time I'll ever see them.

I take a good long look.

My vision suddenly starts to become hazier.

A light suddenly engulfs my sight and all I can see are my parent's loving eyes.

I choose you, I tell them.

It's always them.
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