Fic: Letters from Heaven
title: Letters from Heaven
pairing: Billy/Dom
rating: PG-13
summary: Dom contacts Billy from the afterlife.
disclaimer: this isn't true at all.
a/n: yes, I know it says "afterlife," but it's really not that angsty.
Billy,
Hey. I bet you didn’t expect to hear from me. But y’know all that shite about going on to a better place? Well, I hate to perpetuate the cliché, but it’s true. But then, almost anywhere’s better than planet Earth, right?
Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that. And to warn you that I’ve got my eye on you. Actually, I haven’t let you out of my sight since I got here. It’s been entertaining, to say the least.
I miss you, though, I really do. From what I’ve seen of you, you miss me as well. I hope that’s true.
There’s not a whole lot to do around here, but watching you and some of the others keeps me busy most times. Sorry if I sound like a stalker there, Bill, but I’m just telling it like it is. That’s one thing I have to do: tell the truth always. Even if a woman asks if she looks fat in those pants. It’s like a law or something here, but I don’t know if it’s even possible to break it. Like one of those impossible things. Lying is just something you can’t do here, and to tell the truth (pun not intended!) it’s a bit weird. Luckily I’m still allowed to curse if I want to. Or, well, maybe not allowed, but able to anyway. I doubt I can get in too much trouble for it.
So, this letter was just to say hello, pretty much, and to let you know that I’m still clinging to you like a bad smell. I’d say I hope to see you soon, but that’d be a lie. I don’t want you to come here, Billy.
Love,
Dom
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Dom?
What the hell heck is going on?
-Bill
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Billy,
Did I not explain enough? Sorry about that. I made it to heaven, apparently. Not quite sure how, with all the stupid stuff I did in my youth (and my later years as well, since I’m being honest).
So now I’m kind of like… a ghost, I suppose. Not really a guardian angel, because I can’t change anything that’s physically happening in the world, but I hang around and watch over you all the same. So don’t do anything idiotic or embarrassing, because I will know!
For some reason, these letters work as a form of afterlife-physical world communication. Don’t ask me why; I haven’t figured it out myself. But you’re obviously able to receive and read my letters, and your replies somehow make it back to me, so… That’s that, I suppose.
I do miss you something awful, Billy. Do you ever feel anything weird? I’ve tried to touch you a few times, but I couldn’t tell if you had a reaction. Sadly, I think I’m completely invisible and incorporeal.
Love,
Dom
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Dominic,
If you were “hanging around” when I read your letter, then you know how long it took me to digest what you said. It’s quite a shock, I’ll admit, to receive a letter from a dead person. Do you mind if I say that? I’m not exactly sure what to call you now.
And what’s all this nonsense about not knowing how you got into heaven? You were (or is it ‘are’?) such a good person, Dommie. So much better than me and better than anyone else I know. I think the good in you far outweighs the bad, so I’m not surprised you ended up where you did.
I miss you terribly as well, Dom, as I’m sure you’ve seen. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but I cried myself to sleep for days after you… died. Now that’s an odd thing to say, isn’t it? Anyway, whatever the reason for it, I’m incredibly happy about these letters. Tell me about the afterlife, Dom. It’s hard to believe you’re not just a phone call away. I haven’t gotten used to that yet.
Sincerely,
Billy
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Bill-
I don’t mind you saying that. I did die, though I don’t remember much of what happened. And as for what to call me, you can just stick with Dom. Or Dominic, if you prefer, as you sometimes seem to do. Or… well, I don’t know. I’m sure you can remember some of your other nicknames for me.
Thanks for the vote of confidence, but, had I known I was about to die, I would’ve bet heavily on my going the other direction. I’m glad I didn’t, though. I wonder how long it’ll last. Like, if it’ll be forever, or just a certain amount of time, or what. Or if I’ll ever get to come back to life as something else. Reincarnated, like. I think I’d like that. What kind of animal do you think I’d be, Billy? Or maybe another human. I guess I wouldn’t remember anything, though, so maybe that wouldn’t be so good. I can remember my life as I am now.
That was one of the times I touched you, Billy. When you cried. I felt so sad for you, and I touched your face. You never answered my question: can you ever feel anything strange?
As for stories of the afterlife, it’s really boring. Mostly I just follow you around. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, though, so just write to me if it bothers you. But it didn’t seem to bother you much in life, so I just assumed it would be okay.
Just a letter away,
Dom
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Dom,
What do you remember about dying, if you don’t mind my asking? And it’s fine if you want to follow me around. It’s a bit weird, because I don’t know if you’re there or not, but as you said, I never minded you being underfoot while you were alive.
And as to the reincarnation thing, I hope you don’t come back to life, for purely selfish reasons (I’m trying out heaven’s honesty policy). I don’t want to get up there and find you back down here, unable to remember me. Besides that, I think it would be a sad thing indeed to lose all of the memories and knowledge that you have. Eternity must get incredibly boring though.
Sometimes I feel a draught; is that when you touch me? It might just be my flat’s shoddy windows.
God, I miss talking to you.
-Billy
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Bill,
I remember being in the car, and then swerving, but from there on it’s all flashy lights and sparks and sounds I can’t decipher. And it hurt-a lot. I remember screaming.
I don’t really want to talk about it.
I think that draught might be me! Now you’re aware of it, maybe you’ll be able to feel it more often. I touch you quite a lot, really, sometimes by accident. I can’t go through walls or anything, did I mention that? It’s like I’m a normal person, but you can’t see me at all. But when I bump into you, nothing happens.
We are talking, Bill. Just imagine my voice saying what I write; I imagine yours saying what you write. Of course, it helps that sometimes I’m there when you write the letters. By the way, don’t censor yourself so much. I love you too.
Dominic
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D-
I assume you know my reaction to your letter. If that draught is you, then have you been with me every evening since?
-B
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Billy,
Yeah, I have been. I’m sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean to… do whatever I did. Sorry. Cheer up, Bill. Please?
Remember, I love you still, even though I’m not there.
~Your Dommie
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Dear Diary Dom,
Today I had a breath of cool air follow me around all day. I’m guessing it was you. Thank you.
I do love you, Dommie. And oh, how I wish we’d figured things out sooner.
Love,
Billy
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Bill, do me a favor: don’t regret things in the past. I have to deal with that for eternity, and regret doesn’t feel good. I’d much rather think about now, and the future (since there’ll be a lot of it).
Also, please don’t become a hermit because of me. I’ll leave you alone if you want to go out and have a life.
Ever yours,
Dominic
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Dearest Dom,
I’m sorry I haven’t been writing much, but I know you’ve been around. Don’t ever feel like you have to leave on my account. I like knowing you’re there.
I’m curious: where do you go when you’re not here? Do you have a cloud up in heaven to call your own? Tell me what it’s like, Dommie. Also, what kinds of things do you do while you’re here? Just follow me around?
I still miss you, especially being able to see you.
Love,
Billy
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Hey, Bill.
When I’m around, I mostly just follow you. I like to pretend nothing’s changed, and that you can hear me when I talk. Sometimes I tell you stories. I don’t know why I do that. Maybe just to hear my own voice. I’ve been ‘round to Lijah’s a fair bit as well. Caught him wanking to some embarrassing photos of his girlfriend just last night. Normally I’d tell you to tease him about it, but I think that would just cause some difficult questions, so it’s probably best you don’t.
As for heaven, well. There are no clouds. Heaven’s not in the sky, it’s… otherworldly. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It’s a lot like dying, actually. You kind of… die, and then it’s just there, the same. When I think about seeing you, suddenly I’m here, and when I think about seeing other people, I’m there with them. When I don’t think of anything earth-related, I’m back to heaven. So when I daydream or whatever, I’m there. Remember when I said dying was a bunch of lights and flashes? It’s like that, only calmer. It’s so bright, but not as flashy. Just kind of… there. I don’t know how to do it justice. It inspires the most beautiful feelings I’ve ever had. It’s quite amazing.
I don’t spend a lot of time there, though. I figure there’s always time for that in the future, but I only have so much time while the people I love are still on earth.
Speaking of, that reminds me. I sometimes meet other people here. I can talk to them, and I always just know who they are. There was a man the other day called Greg who was a big fan of Lord of the Rings. He never told me his name, I just knew it. But I never see any other dead people when I’m on earth. Perhaps we’re invisible to each other as well, or perhaps there’s nobody else around.
-Dom
PS: Your herb garden needs watering. I think the pot plants on your windowsill are nearly dead, though.
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Dom-
How do you know it’s heaven? What if there is no heaven and hell, what if it’s just… whatever it is? Kind of like an alternate reality or something.
I’m sorry dying wasn’t a pleasant experience for you, by the way. It’s hard, thinking that your last moments were so painful. I had hoped it was… peaceful, I suppose, for lack of a better word. Do you think it was just how you died, or is every death the same in that respect?
And I’ll take care of the garden. Sorry ‘bout that.
Love,
Bill
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Billy,
It is heaven. I just know. It makes me wonder what hell is like, though. (Not that I particularly want to experience it.)
I think it does have something to do with the manner of my death. I don’t remember all that much, as I said, but I know I didn’t die instantly when the car hit. I wish I had. It probably would’ve been better that way.
Also, you’ve a small furry creature living beneath your bed. He came out the other night while you were asleep. I’ve named him Squeaky. I’m surprised you haven’t heard him before now, with all the noise he makes.
With much love,
Dom
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Squeaky? Shall I call an exterminator?
-Bill
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Don’t you dare. He’s cute. :) Keeps me company while you sleep.
-Dom
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Dommie,
Returning to your previous letter for a moment; do you know what killed you? Besides the general “car accident.”
I caught sight of your Squeaky late last night. I don’t know if you were there or not. He is rather cute. I’ll leave some cheese out tonight for him. Mice like cheese, right? It’s a bit odd thinking that he’s been living in my house without my knowledge, but you’re kind of the same, aren’t you? Except that I know you’ve been here.
-Billy
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Bills,
Mice do like cheese, as far as I know. I know a bit more about insects and reptiles than mammals, though.
And thanks ever so for comparing me to a mouse. I feel greatly appreciated.
I don’t know what happened, no. When I “woke up,” it was about a week after it happened. I’m not sure I want to know. If I ever slept at all, I’d say that pondering my death has kept me up at night, but since I don’t sleep, I’ll just say I think about it quite a lot. Is there something I should know?
-D
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Dominic,
You never sleep?
I’m worried about you. I mean, I know that’s strange, seeing as you’re in heaven and not much bad can happen there, but I worry all the same. I keep wanting to ask thinks like, are you eating enough? Do you even eat at all up there?
Squeaky seemed to like the cheese. It was gone come morning, anyhow. I think we’re becoming friends. And what would you prefer I compare you to, if not a mouse? Perhaps a dog: always affectionate with everyone. Or, actually, a cat: never listening to anyone but yourself.
If you want to know, I’ll tell you. I think it sounds worse than it actually was, though. Or at least, I hope so.
Love,
Billy
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Bill,
No, sleeping and eating aren’t really an issue. Neither are going to the toilet or crying or wanking, even. I still feel the emotion, but the actual body function never happens. I wonder if it’s because I don’t actually have a body. Maybe I’m nonexistent even in heaven and not just on earth. I can still see myself, though, like when I look down at my hands or whatever. And I’m wearing the clothes I wore when I died. I feel bad for people that die in hospital gowns, because those are never very comfy.
I’ve thought about it for a long time and… I think I want to know. Maybe I’ll be able to “rest in peace,” y’know?
Love,
Dom
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I love you, Dom. I never told you that enough while you were alive. I never meant it as much as I needed to.
The other guy was drunk and came into your lane, and because you swerved out of the way, he hit you on your side of the car instead of head-on. Your car was totaled, Dommie. I frankly would’ve been amazed if you had lived through it. There was so much twisted and crumpled metal, they had to cut you out with blowtorches and such, and I guess it took too long. The doctors said you died from blood loss from a gash in your head and your body went into shock. It was pretty awful.
Missing your voice and your touch terribly,
Billy
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Jesus. It sounds awful. It’s almost as if it happened to somebody else. Like it can’t be me in that car. I’m happy to report that I’m in perfect health now, however.
Thank you for telling me. I think it does put me at ease to know what happened. It was like one of those unsolvable mysteries for me, before. I never had enough information to piece it together until now.
I love you like nothing else in the world, both physical and otherwise.
~Dom
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“Hey, you.”
Dom whipped around at the familiar voice. “Billy?!”
Billy, beaming, enveloped Dom in his arms. “Yeah.”
“I thought I told you not to come here.”
“It wasn’t my fault,” Billy said off-handedly. “But I think I waited long enough anyway. Eight years without you, Dom? It was getting boring.”
“I wrote you letters-”Dom protested.
“And that’s what kept me from losing my mind,” Billy replied gently.
“Do you know how you died? I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you.”
“Similar to you, actually, but I think I actually made it to the ambulance. Not quite so dramatic and bloody as you, either. But now I’m here, and you’re here, and we’ve got eternity in front of us.”
“Eternity…”
“Yeah. I like the sound of that.”
“If I could cry, I would be. But at the same time, I’m so happy, Bill. I’m glad you’re here with me, at the beginning of forever.”
Smiling, Billy leaned in to kiss Dom chastely on the lips.
“Gandalf was right,” he murmured. “All turns to silver glass and then… white shores and beyond. It’s not so bad.”
“No,” Dom whispered, shaking his head slightly. “No it isn’t.”
fin.
pairing: Billy/Dom
rating: PG-13
summary: Dom contacts Billy from the afterlife.
disclaimer: this isn't true at all.
a/n: yes, I know it says "afterlife," but it's really not that angsty.
Billy,
Hey. I bet you didn’t expect to hear from me. But y’know all that shite about going on to a better place? Well, I hate to perpetuate the cliché, but it’s true. But then, almost anywhere’s better than planet Earth, right?
Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that. And to warn you that I’ve got my eye on you. Actually, I haven’t let you out of my sight since I got here. It’s been entertaining, to say the least.
I miss you, though, I really do. From what I’ve seen of you, you miss me as well. I hope that’s true.
There’s not a whole lot to do around here, but watching you and some of the others keeps me busy most times. Sorry if I sound like a stalker there, Bill, but I’m just telling it like it is. That’s one thing I have to do: tell the truth always. Even if a woman asks if she looks fat in those pants. It’s like a law or something here, but I don’t know if it’s even possible to break it. Like one of those impossible things. Lying is just something you can’t do here, and to tell the truth (pun not intended!) it’s a bit weird. Luckily I’m still allowed to curse if I want to. Or, well, maybe not allowed, but able to anyway. I doubt I can get in too much trouble for it.
So, this letter was just to say hello, pretty much, and to let you know that I’m still clinging to you like a bad smell. I’d say I hope to see you soon, but that’d be a lie. I don’t want you to come here, Billy.
Love,
Dom
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Dom?
What the hell heck is going on?
-Bill
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Billy,
Did I not explain enough? Sorry about that. I made it to heaven, apparently. Not quite sure how, with all the stupid stuff I did in my youth (and my later years as well, since I’m being honest).
So now I’m kind of like… a ghost, I suppose. Not really a guardian angel, because I can’t change anything that’s physically happening in the world, but I hang around and watch over you all the same. So don’t do anything idiotic or embarrassing, because I will know!
For some reason, these letters work as a form of afterlife-physical world communication. Don’t ask me why; I haven’t figured it out myself. But you’re obviously able to receive and read my letters, and your replies somehow make it back to me, so… That’s that, I suppose.
I do miss you something awful, Billy. Do you ever feel anything weird? I’ve tried to touch you a few times, but I couldn’t tell if you had a reaction. Sadly, I think I’m completely invisible and incorporeal.
Love,
Dom
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Dominic,
If you were “hanging around” when I read your letter, then you know how long it took me to digest what you said. It’s quite a shock, I’ll admit, to receive a letter from a dead person. Do you mind if I say that? I’m not exactly sure what to call you now.
And what’s all this nonsense about not knowing how you got into heaven? You were (or is it ‘are’?) such a good person, Dommie. So much better than me and better than anyone else I know. I think the good in you far outweighs the bad, so I’m not surprised you ended up where you did.
I miss you terribly as well, Dom, as I’m sure you’ve seen. It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but I cried myself to sleep for days after you… died. Now that’s an odd thing to say, isn’t it? Anyway, whatever the reason for it, I’m incredibly happy about these letters. Tell me about the afterlife, Dom. It’s hard to believe you’re not just a phone call away. I haven’t gotten used to that yet.
Sincerely,
Billy
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Bill-
I don’t mind you saying that. I did die, though I don’t remember much of what happened. And as for what to call me, you can just stick with Dom. Or Dominic, if you prefer, as you sometimes seem to do. Or… well, I don’t know. I’m sure you can remember some of your other nicknames for me.
Thanks for the vote of confidence, but, had I known I was about to die, I would’ve bet heavily on my going the other direction. I’m glad I didn’t, though. I wonder how long it’ll last. Like, if it’ll be forever, or just a certain amount of time, or what. Or if I’ll ever get to come back to life as something else. Reincarnated, like. I think I’d like that. What kind of animal do you think I’d be, Billy? Or maybe another human. I guess I wouldn’t remember anything, though, so maybe that wouldn’t be so good. I can remember my life as I am now.
That was one of the times I touched you, Billy. When you cried. I felt so sad for you, and I touched your face. You never answered my question: can you ever feel anything strange?
As for stories of the afterlife, it’s really boring. Mostly I just follow you around. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, though, so just write to me if it bothers you. But it didn’t seem to bother you much in life, so I just assumed it would be okay.
Just a letter away,
Dom
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Dom,
What do you remember about dying, if you don’t mind my asking? And it’s fine if you want to follow me around. It’s a bit weird, because I don’t know if you’re there or not, but as you said, I never minded you being underfoot while you were alive.
And as to the reincarnation thing, I hope you don’t come back to life, for purely selfish reasons (I’m trying out heaven’s honesty policy). I don’t want to get up there and find you back down here, unable to remember me. Besides that, I think it would be a sad thing indeed to lose all of the memories and knowledge that you have. Eternity must get incredibly boring though.
Sometimes I feel a draught; is that when you touch me? It might just be my flat’s shoddy windows.
God, I miss talking to you.
-Billy
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Bill,
I remember being in the car, and then swerving, but from there on it’s all flashy lights and sparks and sounds I can’t decipher. And it hurt-a lot. I remember screaming.
I don’t really want to talk about it.
I think that draught might be me! Now you’re aware of it, maybe you’ll be able to feel it more often. I touch you quite a lot, really, sometimes by accident. I can’t go through walls or anything, did I mention that? It’s like I’m a normal person, but you can’t see me at all. But when I bump into you, nothing happens.
We are talking, Bill. Just imagine my voice saying what I write; I imagine yours saying what you write. Of course, it helps that sometimes I’m there when you write the letters. By the way, don’t censor yourself so much. I love you too.
Dominic
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D-
I assume you know my reaction to your letter. If that draught is you, then have you been with me every evening since?
-B
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Billy,
Yeah, I have been. I’m sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean to… do whatever I did. Sorry. Cheer up, Bill. Please?
Remember, I love you still, even though I’m not there.
~Your Dommie
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Dear Diary Dom,
Today I had a breath of cool air follow me around all day. I’m guessing it was you. Thank you.
I do love you, Dommie. And oh, how I wish we’d figured things out sooner.
Love,
Billy
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Bill, do me a favor: don’t regret things in the past. I have to deal with that for eternity, and regret doesn’t feel good. I’d much rather think about now, and the future (since there’ll be a lot of it).
Also, please don’t become a hermit because of me. I’ll leave you alone if you want to go out and have a life.
Ever yours,
Dominic
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Dearest Dom,
I’m sorry I haven’t been writing much, but I know you’ve been around. Don’t ever feel like you have to leave on my account. I like knowing you’re there.
I’m curious: where do you go when you’re not here? Do you have a cloud up in heaven to call your own? Tell me what it’s like, Dommie. Also, what kinds of things do you do while you’re here? Just follow me around?
I still miss you, especially being able to see you.
Love,
Billy
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Hey, Bill.
When I’m around, I mostly just follow you. I like to pretend nothing’s changed, and that you can hear me when I talk. Sometimes I tell you stories. I don’t know why I do that. Maybe just to hear my own voice. I’ve been ‘round to Lijah’s a fair bit as well. Caught him wanking to some embarrassing photos of his girlfriend just last night. Normally I’d tell you to tease him about it, but I think that would just cause some difficult questions, so it’s probably best you don’t.
As for heaven, well. There are no clouds. Heaven’s not in the sky, it’s… otherworldly. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It’s a lot like dying, actually. You kind of… die, and then it’s just there, the same. When I think about seeing you, suddenly I’m here, and when I think about seeing other people, I’m there with them. When I don’t think of anything earth-related, I’m back to heaven. So when I daydream or whatever, I’m there. Remember when I said dying was a bunch of lights and flashes? It’s like that, only calmer. It’s so bright, but not as flashy. Just kind of… there. I don’t know how to do it justice. It inspires the most beautiful feelings I’ve ever had. It’s quite amazing.
I don’t spend a lot of time there, though. I figure there’s always time for that in the future, but I only have so much time while the people I love are still on earth.
Speaking of, that reminds me. I sometimes meet other people here. I can talk to them, and I always just know who they are. There was a man the other day called Greg who was a big fan of Lord of the Rings. He never told me his name, I just knew it. But I never see any other dead people when I’m on earth. Perhaps we’re invisible to each other as well, or perhaps there’s nobody else around.
-Dom
PS: Your herb garden needs watering. I think the pot plants on your windowsill are nearly dead, though.
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Dom-
How do you know it’s heaven? What if there is no heaven and hell, what if it’s just… whatever it is? Kind of like an alternate reality or something.
I’m sorry dying wasn’t a pleasant experience for you, by the way. It’s hard, thinking that your last moments were so painful. I had hoped it was… peaceful, I suppose, for lack of a better word. Do you think it was just how you died, or is every death the same in that respect?
And I’ll take care of the garden. Sorry ‘bout that.
Love,
Bill
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Billy,
It is heaven. I just know. It makes me wonder what hell is like, though. (Not that I particularly want to experience it.)
I think it does have something to do with the manner of my death. I don’t remember all that much, as I said, but I know I didn’t die instantly when the car hit. I wish I had. It probably would’ve been better that way.
Also, you’ve a small furry creature living beneath your bed. He came out the other night while you were asleep. I’ve named him Squeaky. I’m surprised you haven’t heard him before now, with all the noise he makes.
With much love,
Dom
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Squeaky? Shall I call an exterminator?
-Bill
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Don’t you dare. He’s cute. :) Keeps me company while you sleep.
-Dom
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Dommie,
Returning to your previous letter for a moment; do you know what killed you? Besides the general “car accident.”
I caught sight of your Squeaky late last night. I don’t know if you were there or not. He is rather cute. I’ll leave some cheese out tonight for him. Mice like cheese, right? It’s a bit odd thinking that he’s been living in my house without my knowledge, but you’re kind of the same, aren’t you? Except that I know you’ve been here.
-Billy
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Bills,
Mice do like cheese, as far as I know. I know a bit more about insects and reptiles than mammals, though.
And thanks ever so for comparing me to a mouse. I feel greatly appreciated.
I don’t know what happened, no. When I “woke up,” it was about a week after it happened. I’m not sure I want to know. If I ever slept at all, I’d say that pondering my death has kept me up at night, but since I don’t sleep, I’ll just say I think about it quite a lot. Is there something I should know?
-D
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Dominic,
You never sleep?
I’m worried about you. I mean, I know that’s strange, seeing as you’re in heaven and not much bad can happen there, but I worry all the same. I keep wanting to ask thinks like, are you eating enough? Do you even eat at all up there?
Squeaky seemed to like the cheese. It was gone come morning, anyhow. I think we’re becoming friends. And what would you prefer I compare you to, if not a mouse? Perhaps a dog: always affectionate with everyone. Or, actually, a cat: never listening to anyone but yourself.
If you want to know, I’ll tell you. I think it sounds worse than it actually was, though. Or at least, I hope so.
Love,
Billy
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Bill,
No, sleeping and eating aren’t really an issue. Neither are going to the toilet or crying or wanking, even. I still feel the emotion, but the actual body function never happens. I wonder if it’s because I don’t actually have a body. Maybe I’m nonexistent even in heaven and not just on earth. I can still see myself, though, like when I look down at my hands or whatever. And I’m wearing the clothes I wore when I died. I feel bad for people that die in hospital gowns, because those are never very comfy.
I’ve thought about it for a long time and… I think I want to know. Maybe I’ll be able to “rest in peace,” y’know?
Love,
Dom
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I love you, Dom. I never told you that enough while you were alive. I never meant it as much as I needed to.
The other guy was drunk and came into your lane, and because you swerved out of the way, he hit you on your side of the car instead of head-on. Your car was totaled, Dommie. I frankly would’ve been amazed if you had lived through it. There was so much twisted and crumpled metal, they had to cut you out with blowtorches and such, and I guess it took too long. The doctors said you died from blood loss from a gash in your head and your body went into shock. It was pretty awful.
Missing your voice and your touch terribly,
Billy
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Jesus. It sounds awful. It’s almost as if it happened to somebody else. Like it can’t be me in that car. I’m happy to report that I’m in perfect health now, however.
Thank you for telling me. I think it does put me at ease to know what happened. It was like one of those unsolvable mysteries for me, before. I never had enough information to piece it together until now.
I love you like nothing else in the world, both physical and otherwise.
~Dom
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“Hey, you.”
Dom whipped around at the familiar voice. “Billy?!”
Billy, beaming, enveloped Dom in his arms. “Yeah.”
“I thought I told you not to come here.”
“It wasn’t my fault,” Billy said off-handedly. “But I think I waited long enough anyway. Eight years without you, Dom? It was getting boring.”
“I wrote you letters-”Dom protested.
“And that’s what kept me from losing my mind,” Billy replied gently.
“Do you know how you died? I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you.”
“Similar to you, actually, but I think I actually made it to the ambulance. Not quite so dramatic and bloody as you, either. But now I’m here, and you’re here, and we’ve got eternity in front of us.”
“Eternity…”
“Yeah. I like the sound of that.”
“If I could cry, I would be. But at the same time, I’m so happy, Bill. I’m glad you’re here with me, at the beginning of forever.”
Smiling, Billy leaned in to kiss Dom chastely on the lips.
“Gandalf was right,” he murmured. “All turns to silver glass and then… white shores and beyond. It’s not so bad.”
“No,” Dom whispered, shaking his head slightly. “No it isn’t.”
fin.