Chapter 47
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
N othing. I am nothing.
No . Not entirely nothing. I can see tiny pieces of me drifting like dust in the wind. I follow the particles. My consciousness floats along with them.
The blackness around me starts to change. The particles form into dense forests. I’m walking now, wading through the endless green. Smelling freshness, I relish the touch of new leaves caressing my skin. The end of the forest opens to a small beach, waves lapping quietly on the black sand shore.
The sun is rising. I look back and see its broken sunbeams filtering through the trees. I watch as the sun rises before it bursts into the sky above me, warming me to the core. I didn’t realize I had gotten so cold.
It’s as if the day is passing faster and faster. Still, I watch, unable to take my eyes off the sun. With golden rays glowing across the water, the sun begins to set. Gold turns to red, slowly darkening the horizon. It’s leaving. Leaving me.
“Wait!” I call. Desperate.
I run into the water, chasing the red sunset. I run until I have to swim, and I swim until I no longer can.
“Wait…” I whisper with the last of my strength, before I slip under the surface.