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Abbie's PoV

As I opened my eyes, instead of the dark, pitch black surroundings that I used to see was what I saw, it was white. Unusually white. It was brighter, and I almost became blinded by the sight of it.

I furrowed my eyebrows. 'Where am I?' I asked myself. I looked down, only to see a beautiful dress that I am wearing. It was a pale pink. It was a straight, off shoulder dress that ended on my knees. I held the edges of it. This looks beautiful, I wonder how much this was?

I was bear foot, but it felt comfortable below me. It felt like as if I was stepping on cotton balls, or more like pillows. I kicked some portion of the uneven ground, but it just disappeared into air. I gasped like a kid. This is magical.

I sighed. I feel so comfortable right now, I feel so light.

I looked in front of me and saw a figure, approaching . . . me?

I looked around me to see if there was anyone else she might be going to, but there's no one. So she is approaching me? I walked closer to the figure and curiously looked at her, scanning her from head to toe, with eyebrows furrowed.

She looks so familiar.

I went closer and closer to her. And I finally realized who she was. I cupped my face with my hands, covering my nose and mouth. Tears started to form on my eyes, blurring my sight. Just seeing the woman with the white, beautiful gown brought me to tears.

Mom.

She was moving towards me. The person I love, the one I have been waiting to meet, she's right in front of me.

I immediately ran to her, hugging her right away after I had finally reached her. She hugged me back, and I rested my face on her chest, not caring if I wet her gown. My muffled sobs were heard.

She rubbed my back, and it was as if she was so calm. I let go of her hug and looked at her. "Mom." I smiled. "Why are you here, too?"

"Aigoo." She knocked my forehead and I slightly groaned. "Don't you get it? We'll be together forever now."

"Where are we anyways?"

"You still don't get it?" She facepalmed herself. "My daughter is so dumbfounded."

"What do you mean?" I asked her, still not getting it. What's with me? What's going on? Yet, my questions have been left unanswered.

"You're gone. You're dead. You're in heaven." She smiled. "Now, follow me, and we'll be together forever." She held my hand and pulled me.

Yet, I have a great feeling of hesitation stopping me from following my mom. "Wait."

"So are you telling me that I'm dead, and I'm in heaven, and I just left Yoongi?" I asked, eyes widened and full of shock.