Fifty years later, Scott died of sudden heart attack. I stayed, retired, in the house that we had been wed in. Now I believe it is time for me to go and see my Scott again.
I have grown weary. I lie down on the bed that
we shared many nights in. Images swim through my vision; candles, angels
telling me it won't be too long, that I must be patient. Suddenly,
I feel lighter, like I'm floating on
the air. I'm no longer in my house, but in a place with swirling
clouds. I step towards a brilliant white light beckoning to me in
the distance. As I continue to walk, many of my enemies approach
me, I know what I have to do. Whether they were school bullies, or
nasty coworkers, I gave them each a hug as I said I forgave them, before
they could even open their mouths. The light grows brighter, I must
be almost there. I notice as I continue, more people approach me,
those who had seriously wronged me, those whom I thought I could never
forgive. But as I continue to walk and forgive those, and in turn
ask their forgiveness, I feel a great sensation of peace wash over me,
leaving no room for bitterness. The light is almost blinding me,
now I can hear the angels singing God's praise. I start to run, but
a dark figure blocks my path. It is Erik. He looks at me with
those captivating blue eyes that I had fallen for all those years ago.
He steps towards me, and before I can say anything, he falls to his knees
and crawls to my feet. Weeping softly, he kisses them, looks up at
me and says,
"Alice, my dear, can you ever forgive me?"
I lift my hand and gently brush his cheek. He looks up at me, hopeful. I reach down, grab his hand and lift him to his feet. Brushing my lips gently against his cheek, I whisper,
"I forgive you."
He smiles radiantly, holds out his arm. We continue towards the brilliant light and the sound of angels, arm in arm to meet our long missed loved ones, and salvation.
The End!