Mate
I drift in an overwhelming sense of peace, floating in what feels like an endless void of white light. Everything is soft, calm—serene. There is no more pain, no more struggle. I breathe in deeply, taking in the tranquility that wraps around me like a warm blanket. This must be heaven. A sudden sadness grips me as I think of Asher, of how he must be feeling right now. The ache deepens when I realize I never got the chance to hold him one last time before I died. How I craved so badly to kiss him, just once, to feel the connection I yearned for but could never fully grasp. If I could choose a mate, it would have been him. Always him, over and over again. As I revel in the quiet, a figure emerges in the distance, glowing too brightly to make out any features. It’s as if this being is made
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