Suddenly, I realized I couldn’t remember what had happened before I got to the beach. I remembered the pain, I remember the feeling of loneliness washing over me, but I couldn’t quite place why I felt that way.
– How did I get here? –
– How could I know that? – He answered me. He looked at me with a solemn look in his eyes. – It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? –
I looked at him puzzled for a second before realizing he was actually waiting for an answer.
– Three years – I saw how his eyes filled with tears before he looked away. – Don’t you remember? –
– Time doesn’t go by here. It’s funny like that, you can do whatever you want, but there’s no point to it, if time doesn’t exist. – I didn’t really understand, it sounded nice to have time stand still. I could get so much done if I didn’t have to worry about deadlines and time frames.
– I thought the same thing when I was alive – He said, answering my thoughts.
– Can you…? – I started asking
– No, I can’t read your mind – He interrupted me. – It’s simply what everybody thinks before they get here – Everybody? Were there other people here?
– Where is all the people? Have you seen the rest of the family? – I asked with enthusiasm.
– They can’t be here, not now anyways. But they’ll come meet us some day. And about your other question, I don’t really know. I haven’t left this place since I came here. –
Back to myself 