marceline

iv, i am happy

marcy sees a face.

the heart-shaped face of a girl,
the frail body of a girl before her.

marcy sees stars in the teen girl's eyes.

"who are you?"
marcy asks.
her voice echoes in space,
where she floats with the girl before her.

"anne,"
she says,
her amber eyes holding a gaze to marcy's dark ones.

"who am i?"
marcy asks.
the girl named anne cocks her head slightly.

"marceline,"
anne tells marcy,
who nods.
anne continues with;

"do you remember me?"

marcy nods.

"look,"
marcy whispers,
and holds out her wrist to anne.

there is strapped the bracelet,
with a date.

anne shivers when she sees it.
marcy looks at her,
and she looks back.

they stare at one another.

"am i dead?" marcy asks anne.
she wears a floral dress,
marcy knows that dress.

"i think so, yes,"
anne replies.
her hair is soft, thick, and light brown.
it sits on her shoulders.

"is this heaven?"
marcy asks.
anne looks to her and frowns.

"i do not think so,"
anne whispers.
her tongue clicks on each word.

"is this hell?"

"i do not think so,"
anne replies.

"what is this?"
marcy asks,
her voice becoming soft,
and dimensional.

she feels as if she's talking in the shape of a prism.

"i do not know,"
anne says,
she smiles at marcy.

"i missed you,"
says marcy.

anne smiles and takes marcy's hands in her own.

"is this happiness?"
marcy asks anne,
who seems closer.

marcy notices that they are dimensionless.
her words hold whole orders of magnitude though.

ones she never thought possible.

"i think so,"
says anne.
she continues with;

"i am happy."

marcy replies.

"i am happy too."