Emilia’s POV
Like a ray of sunlight piercing through the dense fog of darkness, I saw him. He was carrying me in his lap and my head was nestled close to his chest. From my position I couldn’t see his entire entire face; only his chin and lips.
Had I already died? My lips lifted in a weak smile as I spoke, “I don’t know if this is heaven or hell but I don’t mind as long as you are there.”
He lowered his head making his entire face visible to me. His eyes bore into mine; conveying the turmoil in his heart. Then like a soft petal grazing your skin, he placed a soft kiss on my forehead. I had surely died and he was probably the reincarnation of vision I had for a perfect life. With a soft sigh, I gave in to the darkness. I was content with that one kiss.
The noise of two people arguing pierced through my senses causing me to shift and groan. Did people fight even in heaven, hell, netherworld…. Ummm, wherever I was. I drew my arm over my ears. I wish they were quieter.