Make It All Better

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — What The Voice promised did indeed sound better than a benign heaven, a paradise without all the obligatory praising and boring promise of eternal peace. Sam smiled, glad he had somewhere to go after all of his life was through. "The only thing that will make me sad is not being able to see my Non-Ascended friends anymore, but...I suppose I'll probably outlive them anyway." He sighed, this fact often weighing on him. Still, it was good to know their mother had a plan and a place for them. Sam smiled and went to stand. "Thank you...for helping me. I'll come by soon with the book I've been writing about us to show you?" — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.