Stay With Me (boyXboy)

-22-

*Nate*

You know, I didn't know what to expect when I died. Going through my treatment and I always thought that there was no god, how could he... or she do this to me. I continued to think this from the moment I got the terminal diagnosis. Right up until the moment I died I was certain that there was no afterlife of any kind. Let me take you through how I found out I was 'gone' so to speak. Ok so, suddenly everything went black and a few minutes later I was looking down on people crying and I could see all the people I loved all at once.

The afterlife isn't just looking down on everyone that you miss on earth, everybody is up here with you, except no one ages. Everyone is exactly how they look at the happiest time of their lives. Take my grandparents for instance, they both look exactly how they looked in their wedding pictures. And as far as Im aware I look the same as I did before I got sick.

OK well enough of my afterlife story. Back to my favourite activity up here, watching Jaxon and Lucas. I know I sound like a creep, but hear me out. I died while I was still in love with these guys, I haven't had a chance to get over either of them. I watched them grow. I watched them distance themselves from each other, and I watched them reunite.

I watched every moment of their lives, and sometimes I would even watch them sleep. You have no idea how much I tried to warn Luc about his so called girlfriend or the amount of times I willed something to happen to that good for nothing boyfriend that Jax stayed with for so long.

There were so many frustrating moments that I wanted to leap down from my perch and tell them everything that I could see. I wanted to slap some sense into them at times. There were times after they got back together and they would argue. NOW. Because they are stubborn it would take them a few days to return to normal. That all changed after they decided to have little Nathaniel. It brought a tear to my eye. To know they missed me even after all these years. OK so we cant read minds up here (I was kind of looking forward to that).

I watched them. I watched their family grow. I watched the kids grow up and watched their university graduations. I was proud of these children like they were my own. But most of all I was proud of my two best friends. Not only for finding each other again, but for sticking by each other. I watched them put flowers on my grave every year, then go home and discuss what I would look like... I would totally have a beard.

In one way I couldn't wait for them to come up and join me. I still wanted them to live their life for the longest possible time. And they did.

Lucas was the first to join me. I got the biggest hug amongst other things. Turns out he was also at his happiest just before I got sick as well, because he looked exactly like that sweet brown eyed school kid I used to know. And from then we watched as some of the grand's grew and Jax told them about their papa Luc and about a decade later Jax joined us. And again we were reunited for eternity. We were the happiest we had been, watching the family grow and flourish and thrive.

I guess that's it from our little story. I mean how much can you really say after the main people are all dead?