I smiled weakly, but grimly, eying her as she allowed a small tear to slip past her eyes and down her cheek. I didn't expect her to take it lightly; sighing in a shallow way, Imoved towards her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder before allowing my hand to slide back to my side.<br/><br/>"I was," I nodded, "Very much so. My mother used to take me to the beach often. I couldn't see it--but...I still felt so at peace while I was here. It also reminded me of my father; he also enjoyed the beach."<br/><br/>The memory made me smile slightly and I turned away again momentarily so as to hide the glassy look in my eyes. True, I was at peace with this, but I suppose I would never get over the loss of my mother and father. My mother never really liked the beach herself. Despite having taken me here multiple times, I found that she didn't particularly enjoy it but continued to take me because it was the only place I found solace.<br/><br/>...I supposed this meant I would never, ever see my mother again. Certainly her heaven would not be a place she didn't like.<br/><br/>...come to think of it, I don't even know how<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>died. I could remember, vaguely, bright lights lighting my darkened eyes and loud noises but...it all seemed so dream-like by now.