My Eternal Afterlife

After traveling around the country, I find myself back in my hometown of Huntington Beach, California. I don’t remember much here, except for that I grew up here. I walk to this place called ‘Chain Reaction.’ It sounds familiar, but I can’t remember why. This place is closed down but I walk in anyway. I don’t know why I wanted to be in here, but I am. I look around, this place sure needs cleaning. I get a flashback. It’s blurry, but I see myself here… in this place… with Brian. That’s why I’m here… it reminds me of Brian. I haven’t seen him in a long time… I miss him so much… I wish I knew where he is. It’s been at least ten years since I’ve seen him.

After since he left, I haven’t changed a bit… maybe because if he came back, then he could recognize me. I remember why I travel around the states… because I was very heartbroken of Brian being gone. I traveled to try to find Brian, but I didn’t succeed. Tears began to blur my vision and I think about it. Maybe he’s in an entirely different country…

“Zacky… you’re here…”

I turn to see who it is, but I can’t see with the tears. I rub my eyes, then I see a man standing before me… not just any man… its Brian… my Brian.
“Brian? Have you been here this whole time?” I ask him, “Where did you go? Why did you leave?”
Brian had a confused look on his face, as if he didn’t know what I was talking about.
“Zacky, don’t you remember?” Brian asks.
“Remember what?” I ask back, I’m starting to freak out a little.
“Well… anything,” he answers.
I start to think, “I… I don’t remember much of anything… Why can’t I remember anything, Brian? Why?!”
Brian puts his hands on my shoulders, I think he was trying to calm me down.
“We need to get you home,” said Brian.
I’m still confused, “What?”
“You stay here any longer and you’ll lose all of your memory and you won’t get it back,” he explains to me, “Come with me. I’ll take you home.”
“Home?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says, “On the other side… in the afterlife.”
“Afterlife?!” I’m completely freaking out, “I’m not dead yet! We… we’re not dead…… right?”
“Zacky… baby… do you remember what happened the day I was gone?” Brian asks.
“You… you were coming home,” I answer, “but you never did.”
“And why was that?” Brian asks me. “Because… because…”
Then it came back to me. Tears return to my eyes, “…you got into a car accident… a semi t-boned you… the car flew and smashed into bits… they said you never had a chance…”
I bury my face into Brian’s chest and cry. Brian wraps his arms around me and holds me while I’m wailing like an infant.

He leans into my ear, “Then what happened? At my funeral?”
My crying softens as I think about it, “I was standing before your casket… saying my final good-byes.”
“Then what happened?” Brian asks.
“Then… then I collapsed… in front of everyone… my heart stopped,” I answer.
“Why was that?” Brian asks me.
“Because I literally couldn’t live without you…” I answer, then return to crying, “I couldn’t live without you… I can’t live without you Brian!”
“I know,” Brian replies, “I wouldn’t be able to live without you either. But now, we’re together again. Let’s go home.”
I nodded.
Brian smiles, “Close your eyes and I’ll take you there.”
I close my eyes and hold Brian tight. I feel myself go up and down, like at a roller coaster. I open my eyes. It’s like the other world. Houses in line, block by block. There’s a playground which kids playing. They look so happy, I guess this truly is a better place.
Brian grabs my hand, “Come with me.”
He leads me into this beautiful cottage house. He opens the door, “This is our home. I made it just for you for when I finally find you.”
I walk inside, it looks gorgeous. It wasn’t all fancy. It was nice and pleasant. I walk around the living room and to the bedroom. A king size bed with lovely wooden furniture around the room. I place my hand on the bed. The mattress had the perfect mixture of softness and firmness and the blankets were perfectly soft.
“It’s like our old bed,” I mutter.

I feel Brian’s arms wrap around my waist.
“I made it like our old home,” he tells me, “Do you like it?”
I place my hands on his, “I love it Brian.”
He kisses my neck. I turn around to kiss him deeply. Soft and sweet turns hot and passionate.
I pull away, “Isn’t it not allowed? I mean, for us, to be doing this?”
“Here you can do anything,” Brian says as he cups my cheeks, “That’s what great about place, we can be ourselves and it’s okay. Nobody judges you here.”
“Really?” I ask.
He nods.
I smile, “A place where you don’t have to worry about what people think about you… if only the living world was like this.”
“Yeah,” said Brian, “but now it’s just you and me.”
I smile even more and then Brian kisses me and it when to getting hot.

He begins to unbutton my white dress shirt. Once the last button is undone, Brian pushes my shirt off my shoulders and it falls to the floor. I pull up at Brian’s black v-neck tee shirt. We pull our lips apart so Brian can lift his arms and I can relieve him of his shirt. I toss the shirt onto mine. Brian lifts me bridal style and puts me on the bed. Him carrying me that way made me remember the night after our wedding, when he carried me the same way to our hotel room. He unbuttons and unzips my pants and removes the rest of my clothes.
“Beautiful like the day I met you,” Brian said as he removes the rest of his clothes.
I blush and smile. I always get giddy when Brian calls me beautiful… no matter what mood I’m in. Brian climbs onto the bed and then onto me. He straddles my waist before he leans in and goes back to kissing me. As he keeps kissing me, Brian gets between my legs. He pulls away, pumps his cock a couple times, and gets ready to put himself inside me.
“What about prep and lube?” I ask.
“Don’t need any of that here,” he answers, “There’s no such thing as pain in this place.”
No more pain? What great relief.
Brian slowly pushes into me and I didn’t feel one ounce of pain.
“If there’s no pain, then why are you going slow?” I ask.
“Habit,” he answers.
I giggle. He smiles and starts thrusting. He finds my prostate immediately, like he always has been able to do. He thrusts faster and pleasure washes over me. I get loud and vocal as he keeps fucking my brains out. My arms wrapped under his and up to his shoulders, where my fingernails dig their way into his skin. His own hand reaches over and wraps around my cock. He pumps it in line with his thrusts. My back has been arching so much, I thought it would stay that way.
“Bri… baby, I’m close,” I warn him.
“I’m almost there too Zacky,” he responses.
I pant and moan louder and louder then scream his name as I came hard onto his chest and stomach. He said my name in a growling grunt and I feel him come inside of me. He pulls out and lays beside me, both of us panting. I rest my head on his shoulder, my arm extends across his chest. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close. I never felt so happy like this before. I’m finally reunited with my husband of twelve years… the man I practically grew up with my entire life. I understand that I’m not living anymore, but I can spend my eternal afterlife with Brian… and I wouldn’t ask… or pray… for anything else…

Notes

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