A lonely woman. Smiles as she lays in her bed dying. A life alone, a love denied, and she tells herself gratefully that it was all worth it. So she peacefully goes without burdening a soul, least of all her own. She takes her last breath and the lights go down on her empty room.
A family man. Smiles as he lays in his bed dying. A lifetime of love and memories follow him to his sleep, and he tells himself gratefully that it was all worth it. His chest rises and falls once more, as the lights go down on the tear-streaked faces of his children.
A lonely woman. Opens her new eyes to a heaven of her own creation. Tears of regret fall like rain as she lifts her face to gaze into the nothing, alone forever, but for a single outstretched hand.
A family man. Opens his new eyes to a heaven of his own creation. His practiced smile shines through the clearing rain and his heart swells to appreciate the beauty all around. Through the mist he notices a sad, lost woman who reminds him of one he once knew. Kindly, he offers a hand.
A timid smile, a silent assent, two hands clasp again. Yet who was saved and who was lost, in the heaven of their own creation?
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