The River and the Sea

It made sense now.

He was wearing the same clothes he put on the morning that he died. This place was far too beautiful to exist anywhere on Earth. The sun never moved. It was too much like a paradise.

"It's not," Charlie explained. She waited patiently for him to process what she had told him; she must have done this a lot. "Paradise, I mean. This is the stop before."

"Does everyone end up here?"

"Just everyone who isn't ready to move on. Some people wait for their loved ones. Others won't accept that they've died. Most people do come here and eventually move on once they found what they were looking for."

Wren furrowed his eyebrows and he wondered.

She wouldn't be here...