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Summary: The end from George's thoughts/POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, I make no money off this, please don't
Spoilers: The entire DLM series
Season: 2, I guess, since that's it for the show last I heard
Status: complete, 1/1
Copyright: (c) Pixie 2004
Author's Note: I said I wasn't going to write any more, but The Muse doesn't seem to understand when you're serious. ;P This one poppped into my head early one morning so I decided I might as well not fight it and see what came out. Not betaed by anyone other than my inner perfectionist ;), so all mistakes are mine.
Dedication (frivolous): To the great cast and crew of "Dead Like Me" for creating a show that demonstrated that there is a funny side to life after death.
Dedication (non-frivolous): To all the souls that have left this world recently. May you find the peace you seek.
I always wondered how it would end, and when. Now that it has, I'm really not sure if I'm ready.
I've taken my last soul, a young red headed businesswoman. I guess she'll take my place. It all happened so quick that I didn't have time to really see what happened with her, and I wonder what she must be feeling right now. Probably like I did when I died.
I don't feel that any more. Okay, maybe a little scared, but this is the Unknown, and I have to deal with it alone.
Everyone's gone, those I was close to, my family and friends. First Betty, and then Rube, Mom, Dad, Mason, Daisy, Reggie and Roxy. To other cities or the Great Beyond, I'm not quite sure. It's been so long and my memory is fading. From time or from what's happening to me now, I can't tell, it's all a big blur as my time draws nearer.
I've learned a lot from my time as a Reaper, grown up to be honest. It's funny, but in dying, I finally started to live, and in doing that, I learned what was more important: the grateful smile on the face of a dying person who had made things right before that final breath; the friendly laughter of children in the playground; the sweet taste of a first kiss. Looking at them individually, they're such odd things to group together, but these memories, or what remains of them, make sense as one bunch as they all brought me pleasure at some point in my after life.
I feel the pull, but I'm still not quite ready yet. It's weird, I expected all this to happen like with the other souls, with some sort of fantasy to lure me to The Moment. But instead, there's nothing. Oh, I don't mean that in a bad way, it's actually kind of peaceful, now that my fear is going away.
As I drift away, unable to ignore the constant tugging to leave behind the body I've inhabited for who knows how many years, I find myself hoping to see my family again. And I wonder if they will look as they were when they died, or when I died.
So much to leave and so much to come, at least I hope there is much to come. Too much running through my mind, it's all becoming a jumble. I suppose this is the "life flashing before my eyes" bit before it all fades to....
Huh. Not what I expected, but it'll do.