Her Sempiternal (Sequel to Oliver's Smile)

There's A Class for That.

If you ever wanted to know what peace was, or what peace felt like, I could sucessfully give you an answer to that. The highest high you could ever reach could not even compare that what I was feeling now.

The comforting warm air wrapped around me like a cozy blanket, and a soft, gentl ebreeze blew over me, almost like it was calling me to wake up. An all to familiar smell filled my every sense, waking me up from what felt like 100 years of sleep.

I opened my eyes for the first time in what felt like days. Blinding sun shone down all around me. I squinted, trying to figure out what was going on. Soft ground lay under me, and evrything was very quiet, all expect for the soft wind that wound it's way around me.

"Brooooooodie," the wind whispered to me. I slowly looked around me, but I couldn't see where the soft voice was coming from. 

I pushed myself from off the ground. As I looked around, I noticed rolling green hills and wide open blue skies. It looked like I was just outside Oli's house, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a beautiful wedding dress. It was short and poofy in the front, and a pale rose in color. The top was a corset style with open sides. It had fake diamonds on it that shone perfectly in the bright sunlight. But the best part about it was its long, sweeping train that wrapped around me grafcefully. It was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen in my whole life.

I let my feet carry me, unsure of where I was at. The warm breeze swept around me again, swirling my colorful hair as it whipped through it. 

"Broooooodie," it whipered again. I looked around, but I still couldn't find where it was coming from.

I followed the wind in the direction it was blowing, still wondering where I was. It seemed so familair to me, like I had been here before. But all at the same time, it was so strange and alien to me. 

I climbed the top of the nearby hill to get a better look of where I was. Lushious green grass swept around me, covering the rolling hills that seemed to strech on forever. 

"Brodie," the soft, wind like voice called again. I slowly turned around, a beautiful, all to familiar woman stood before me. Dressed in a plain, white gown that seemed to hug her body perfectly, was Marci. No longer thin and frail looking, she was strong and full of life again. In her hair was beautiful daisies twisted and wound all the way through it. She held open her arms. All I could do was run to her, despite the emormous dress that I was wearing. I slammed into her, tears streaming down my face. 

"Marci!" I sobbed, hugging her tightly. She still smelled of the peppermint tea she loved so much and she wore the smile that was so full of life and happiness.  

"Brodie. My beautiful Brodie. Look how much you've grown up," she whipsered. I looked up at her. She was so wonderful, everything was the same about her. It was like she had never left me at all. 

"Marci, where am I? What's going on?" I asked. She pulled away from me and turned around, looking out at the vast land spread before us.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" she whispered. I stood next to her.

"Yes," was all I could muster out. I felt her fingers lace with mine.

"Brodie, you being here is the best thing I could ever ask for. It's what I have wanted for a long time now, but I never expected to see you here so soon," she said sadly. I bowed my head.

"I'm dead, aren't I?" I whispered. A single tear slid down my face. I heard Marci sigh heavily, a sound that was so sad and yet, so strangly beautiful, it made my heart skip a beat.

"This is not heaven. This is where people lie in wait," she said. I looked up at her with curiosity.

"What do you mean?"

"I stayed in this place for as long as I could when I was so sick, hoping that things would change. But they didn't for me. That's when I left this earth. But you, things are different for you," she said. I could hear that same old mischevious tone in her voice.

"What are you talking about?" I asked. She finally turned around to face me. A single tear rolled down her face.

"I never expected to return here. But I knew the second I did what had happened, and I am so sorry about that, Brodie," she whispered. I bowed my head again, remembering Tyler's evil grin before.

"So what's going to happen? Am I dying?" I aske. She smiled that same smile I had grown to love.

"No, you still have hope, Brodie. That's why you are here. People who come here still have hope left. And from what I can see in front of me, it seems that you will be returned to your Oliver soon enough," she said. More tears spilled down our faces.

"But I don't want to leave you, Marci! I miss you so much! I don't know if I can go back without you!" I sobbed. She held out her arms again and I pressed back into her.

"You must, my child, for there is so much you don't know about," she whispered into my hair. 

"What do you mean?"

"Hope, remember?" she said. She pulled away from me and rested her hand down on my stomach, smiling slightly. "Hope," she whispered. I stepped back from her and looked down, cupping my stomach in my hands.

"You mean-" I stammered. She pulled away from me and started walking away. 

"There is always hope in this land, Brodie," she said. 

"Marci! Wait!" I called. I tried running after her, but the harder I tried, the farther and father she got away from me. "Marci!" I called. But she was gone, vanished from sight like she was never there. All that was left were the daisies that were twiste through her hair. The warm breeze came back and swept them over me, twisting around me like a tornado.

"There is always hope Brodie," the wind whispered. I sunk to the ground, clutching my stomach.

"Hope. There is always hope," I whispered.