My eyes tilted away from her and back to the sun over the horizon.<br/><br/>"...my guess is that...this," he motioned to their surroundings, "...is heaven. We are dead."<br/><br/>As the words left my lips, I felt sadness--but it was more like the sadness one gets when one looses something trivial. I found myself feeling no remorse or regret. Surprisingly, I was at peace with the fact. Maybe that came hand-in-hand with death. Frowning deeper, I became confused...how could I have died? I certainly don't remember being ill enough to have died. My heart sank a little, however, knowing that the girl in front of me had probably died of her affliction. If anything, I felt sad for her--my 'illness', per se, was nothing compared to  hers.