We stood on the balcony of our house, looking at the fields that spread out before us. I was holding Dan's hand in mine, allowing the breeze to mess up our fringes, but we didn't care. We were along, and in paradise. Literal paradise.

Our home was in the country, just half and hour away from the city. I mean, if it can be properly be called a "city" and "country" since we are in Heaven. Or whatever it's called here. I've spent years and years here, yet I've never learned what this place is called. I just know that I'm dead, and this is the afterlife. Quainter than I thought it would be. Prettier, too.

Dan and I had always talked about one day getting a house outside of London, a place with land. When we got married, and we would raise our kids away from city life. And now we have our dream home. 

I waited years upon years upon years for Dan to come to me. It's not like I necessarily wanted him to die, but I missed him. While I was waiting, I found my family who had passed. An old friend. People I had missed, but I was waiting for Dan. 

I turned and looked at him, his eyes closed, enjoying the breeze. And, for the first time, enjoying a schizophrenia free life. No more hallucinations, and no more voices; he was free forever. 

I always said I wouldn't change him, but I do like this Dan a bit more. He's happier, and not as scared. And a happy Dan makes a happy Phil.

Dan opens his eyes, looks at me, and smiles. "What're you thinking about, lion?"

"How happy you are. And how free. And how happy I am."

I pull him into a hug, and kiss him. "Love you, too, Danosaur."

Dan tightened the hug. "For so long, I never thought I'd hear you call me Danosaur, again."

And I enjoy the perfection. Because it will never end.

Because we are in paradise.

Never ending paradise.

(Sorry this is so short, but I wanted to get something out. I'll write something normal length next chapter <3 Hope you enjoyed)