After Life: Sara & Padma's Journey After Departure

Well, beautiful things can't last forever

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Sara gazed into my eyes and added, "I've always dreamed of you and me having a picnic, with Padma playing under the bright sunlight in a park. Us being together as a happy family." 

She wiped away her tears, and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by this revelation. In the dream, I made Padma appear, playing in the meadows. Her laughter caught Sara's attention, and she rushed to embrace her daughter.

 "Let's go to your father; he has finally come back to us," Sara said, taking Padma's hand and guiding her toward me. 

But I couldn't help but remind her, "She is just a reflection, not real."

 Sara's expression darkened at the reminder. "Go hug your father," she instructed Padma, who came and embraced me. I extended my other arm, inviting Sara to join us. She settled beside me, leaning against my shoulder, and I gently caressed her shoulder, pulling her closer. She looked at me and smiled, and I couldn't help but return the gesture. 

 "I love this," she whispered, her eyes reflecting her feelings. 

 "I love you too," I responded, my heart filled with emotion. 

She beamed at my words. "I still choose you and love you, even without the memories," I declared, my affection unwavering. 

 "Well, beautiful things can't last forever," she sighed. 

And with that, I leaned in and kissed her passionately, a kiss I wanted to remember forever, an expression of my love and longing. We kissed fervently, both of us struggling to catch our breath as we drew back, our eyes locked in a profound connection. 

 As the dream transformed into a dark and stormy scene, Sara vanished from my side. I abruptly opened my eyes, a sense of foreboding overtaking me. I could see her pulse weakening, and I immediately called for the doctors. I moved back, allowing them to intervene, but my heart raced, and a sense of impending doom loomed over me. 

The thought of a future without her presence was unbearable. The medical team began performing CPR, and I couldn't help but implore, "No, do something!" The desperation in my voice was palpable, and I longed for a miracle. 

 A beeping sound emanated from the monitoring equipment, and for a moment, the room fell into an eerie silence. My heart raced as I asked, "What happened?" 

But then, the doctor delivered the devastating news, "She has passed." 

 I couldn't accept this reality and retorted, "No, try again!" My voice was filled with desperation, and I locked eyes with the doctor, determined to save her. 

 "She's gone," the doctor reiterated.

 I shook my head in disbelief. "Are you going to try again, or should I take her to another doctor?" I glared at the medical team, refusing to give up. A nurse approached me, urging me to calm down and leave the room.

 In a frantic daze, I picked up Sara's lifeless body and teleported to my uncle's home. My uncle was absent, and I placed Sara on the sofa, then frantically searched his cabinet for anything that could save her. Despite the multitude of unusual objects, I found nothing that could help.

 In my frustration, I pushed the cabinet aside, overwhelmed by anger and despair. I gazed at Sara's lifeless face, unable to accept the reality of her condition. Desperation and sorrow filled my voice as I whispered to her, "Sara, you are not a normal human. You are not dead." 

Her unresponsive form and purple lips were disheartening, and I pleaded with her, "No, no, I can't accept this. Everyone I loved left me, and now, please, don't do the same thing. Sara, please don't leave me."