[ WP ] Once you die , Hell is meeting the person you could have been .

I stood in front of *it*. No words arose from its mouth, it only perched atop its great throne, and yet I could understand everything. I nodded in agreement, and it pointed with its tail toward a large wooden door. Confidently, I approached the door, and it slowly opened; moving me ever so closer to my fate. I walked into white room; with a bright light emanating from its center. As I walked closer to the source, I began to see a man standing with his arms open. What seemed like ages was simply a few seconds of me approaching this man, but I slowly began to make out his identity. I had clearly understood my punishment, but I was baffled to encounter my mirror image. Nothing had changed. We bore the same clothes, the same hair, and the same physique. I had no idea what the difference was supposed to be, but he extended his arms out and grabbed a hold of my hands. Then suddenly, it was all clear. I saw it all flash by. The warmth, the passion, and the kindness. It all flashed through my mind. All the laughter, all the joy, and all the contempt faces around. Years traversed in mere seconds, and I watched it all. The entire glorious life time of this man. But in the end, there was but a mere simple memory. One in which my mother beamed at me and my father smiled from ear to ear. And each one of the whispered into my ear, `` I love you son, I couldnt imagine you any other way''. Suddenly, it was all gone, and the man as well. I was alone, in a dark room, as light shone no more. I was left to cry in my solitude, and the tears never stopped. That last image remained engrained in my head for all eternity, for it was the one and only difference between me and the man.
