Sierra's POV
I had been sitting in this silvery white room for what could have been hours, maybe days, and time seemed to have dissolved into the air for me. There was no emotion or thought as I sat with my legs straight out in front of me, leaning back on my hands. There was no sadness or pain, only contentment and acceptance.
"Sierra," a kind and warm voice said from behind me. Tuning my head, I saw my dad standing behind me, strolling with a strange smile. He looked happy to see me yet sad, but why was he sad? This place was so peaceful and beautiful.
"Hey, Dad," I replied, turning my head back to continue staring at nothing but white and silver, like the moon. He sat beside me, stretching his legs out to match mine.
"I wasn't expecting to see you here," he said, following my gaze
