From the Other Side of the Clouds

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
The sequel to "I Remember the Rain" written from the wife's side.

Submitted: December 01, 2016

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From the other side of the sky, things look different. Forever it is sunny, and forever it is peaceful. I remember how I got here. It all started with a crash. I was on my way home, returning from the store, it was raining very hard when suddenly a car slid into my lane. I remember a sharp feeling in my stomach as the car collided with mine. Then, suddenly, I was here above the clouds, on the other side of the sky. A peaceful bliss that I thought could not be real. Then there was an opening in the clouds and I could see it. A car crumpled into a ball with no regard for the body inside, there was something unsettling about that body. I thought it seemed almost familiar. That was when my husband showed up. He ran towards me and I prepared to embrace him, but he didn’t pull me into his chest and tell me he’s glad I’m alive. I turned around to see him kneeling on the ground screaming, and that’s when it clicked. That was my body I saw in the car. I closed my eyes and wept when I realized it, I was dead.

No longer was it raining when I opened my eyes for I was back above the clouds. From this side of the sky you couldn’t even tell there was a whole planet beneath me. From up here everything seemed ok, but it wasn’t. I had to go back down and find my husband. I knew he had to have been in pain. I found him waiting in the hospital lobby, waiting for the news. The doctor soon emerged, walking right through me with no regard and looked at Adam. He knew that the worst came true. He calmly got up and left. The doctor thought nothing of it, but I knew better. He was off to do something stupid and erratic, and this time I couldn’t stop him. I followed him through the waterlogged streets all the way home. I followed him inside not wanting to know what he was going to do. He pulled the revolver out from under the night stand and put it against his head, I looked away and felt sick. I heard the click, and left out a sigh of relief that the gun was empty.

I followed him everywhere only wishing I could help him. Then the day came for my funeral. He dressed in a suit that radiated the feeling of sorrow and loss. He arrived at the church late, he never was on time for anything but work. He opened the doors and everyone turned to stare. I saw their faces, all of whom I knew, friends and family came to see me one last time. He awkwardly walked toward the casket and laid but a single Rose upon it. A Rose, my favorite flower, something that I always talked about. I always was amazed at how something so small and pretty could stand for an idea so large. He approached the microphone and froze for a moment. He then began speaking about all of the memories he had of me, he talked as if he was trying to summarize my entire life into one day. As they lowered me into the ground the rain came down in a downpour and many left to seek dryer places, but not Adam, he stayed until the last bit of earth was placed atop the grave.

Once again, there I was on the other side of the sky, a place so peaceful and quiet just above a place that was dark and gloomy where the rain never stopped. I’d come here from time to time, but only while Adam slept. I spent every day following him and watching him struggle, wishing that I could do something. Today the rain was accompanied by the flash of lightning and the roar of thunder. He had gotten up and ran out the door as if he discovered a way to bring me back. He flew through the streets to the graveyard and made his way to my grave. He knelt down on the soaked earth and cried as he spoke. He spoke with the pain of a man who lost it all. He asked why it couldn’t have been him. He asked if it was him if I’d be standing where he was. He asked, and I answered. I knew my answers would fall on deaf ears but I still answered every question I could, and as I answered tears fell from my eyes and landed upon the ground.

From the other side of the sky everything seems fine. From up here everything is at peace. But even from here, I remember the rain. The rain that fell upon Adam’s skin and caused him so much pain. I remember how he cried out for me, how he summed my life up in one day, how he kneeled on the ground in front of my grave asking questions but being unable to hear my answers. From the other side of the sky, I am alone.

From the other side of the sky, there is no peace. I always thought death would be peaceful, but I’m left restless, unable to feel free of guilt or pain. Maybe this isn’t death, maybe this is an in-between state where you wait while your soul is weighed and your destination is decided. Maybe this is all there is, your left alone with nobody to confide in. Maybe, from the other side of the sky, where I am now, this is hell. Maybe hell isn’t all fire and brimstone, but loneliness and dealing with knowing what those closest to you are doing to handle your death. Knowing that they are in pain and it’s all because of you, and worst of all, knowing there is nothing you can do to help them.

From the other side of the sky… it is hell.


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