[ WP ] On the day of their death , every human gets to have a vision of meeting the man they could have become .

`` Was it her?'' I asked solemnly, my life was coming to a close. Across from my bed a strikingly familiar man stood. My first thoughts were a mirror, but then how would he be standing? I had one question. Why did he emit the sense of success? What went different in his life that changed it all? 
 
 He heard my answer, mulled it over and after a brief pause answered. `` Yes.'' 
 
 My gut dropped. My mind raced back to that fateful week in high school. Anne. She was perfect to me. French, brunette and an amazing smile. She laughed at my jokes even when I did n't try. I knew I wanted her next to me for as long as I could have her. 
 
 I remember the day I asked her to homecoming. 
 
 I remember the weekend our plans were cancelled and I thiught nothing of it. 
 
 I remember the Monday after, amd how cold she felt. How distant her gaze was. 
 
 I remember. 
 
 The night of homecoming was suppose to be amazing. In my head I imagined dancing the night away, requesting the song I had written for her and pulling her close. I wanted to pull her close to me, put her hand over my heart and kiss her. I wanted so much. 
 
 The night of homecoming was a disaster. I waited in a line of 200 people with five *friends* I barely knew. The closest of the five, Jon, had seen Anne walk right behind me. He stopped her and tried speaking on my behalf. The second she saw my face she walked away. Gone. The rest of the night I wandered aimlessly around the dance floor. Catching sparse glimpses of her doing the same. I could tell neither of us were content. But I did n't want to change that. 
 
 I remember. 
 
 I looked at him. I must have been lost in my own thoughts again. I opened my mouth to speak and he was a step ahead of me. He knew the question. What happened? 
 
 `` The night of homecoming, our paths split into two. You walked around for hours waiting for the dance to end. Did n't even try to dance. I on the other hand, heard Bangarang come on and saw Willem flag me over to the circle. That circle became my playground as I let out all the emotion I had pent up. I recieved an ovation from more people than I realized were watching. Then I saw her. She was watching. I walked outside for fresh air, then I heard it. Very quiet footsteps. You remember how light footed she could be? She came closer and told me Jon had explained everything to her. I looked at her and apologized. I told her I was sorry I took the blame for something I didnt do. She forgave me and we danced the night away. I got the kiss I wanted and we were happy for quite some time.'' 
 
 We were quiet for some time after he finished talking. I looked up and his gaze met mine, slowly his hand reached out. A letter in his grip. `` We wanted to give this to you.'' I reached out, slowly opened it and read it. 
 
 Instantly I recognized her handwriting from my lyric book she `` borrowed'' from me. 
 
 Hi Alex. 
 
 My Alex tells me he's coming to visit you; that your close to dying. I dont know how I should feel. I dont know what you grew up to be, but I hope you did n't keep everything pent up forever. The reason you and I happened is an interesting one; Jon saw you starting to dance and pulled me in to look. After you finished he explained everything to me, how you were completely oblivious to what Andrew told me. I had no clue up to that point. I wanted to give you another chance. But only because you were able to let go of the bottled up emotions. I hope you grew up to be what my Alex did. I love the both of you. 
 
 -AIJ 
 
 A single tear rolled down my cheek and as I closed my eyes for the final time, I heard her singing. Singing me to sleep one more time.
