This is a prompt from writing.prompts.re on Instagram and I thought Stress fit so well in had to write it!

Stress POV-

The saying of seeing the light at the end of the tunnel when you die is not true. It's more of a loss of the senses. First smell and taste disappear. I was too tired to even speak a final goodbye to my crying daughter and son-in-law. Then hearing disappears. I can feel my husband's hand in mine but I'm too tired to open my eyes. I'm not sure when my eye sight final ended but I knew that if I had the strength to open my eyes, I would see nothing. I could feel my mind wander away from reality, as my body became no more. The soft feeling of the pillows around me or the rough callouses of my husband's hand were lost. Death was peaceful. I was free from this world. Floating in the darkness I reminisced on the past 82 years.

I was 17 when I ended up in this blocky world. It had the weirdest physics. I learned quickly that I could literally break wood by punching it. Over time I met others. I went to a dimension called the End and slayed a dragon. I harnessed the ice to become the Ice Queen after marrying the kingdom's prince. He was the love of my life; a stoic engineer, and fighter. I would miss having him by myside in our kingdom. But that doesn't matter. I'm dead, aren't I?

I wasn't sure what to expect at this point. Being a floating string of thought was not it the afterlife I was expecting. I had no control in this matter though so I began to remember the details of my King. He was part cyborg, having lost an arm in the battle against the ender Dragon. His brown hair was often unkept and sticking up due to his habit of running his fingers through it. He often smelt of gunpowder and spruce.

The longer I thought, the more I realized I couldn't remember his name. If I had a body, I'd be hyperventilating. Wait. I am hyperventilating. I can feel a hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me. That doesn't make sense. I'm dead. Sound rushes back into my ears. A ringing of a bell. Chattering teenagers. Then I can taste; my mouth was uncomfortably dry as I yawned.

"Stress. Wake up."

I recognized that voice. One that I haven't heard since... before I showed up in the world of Minecraft.

I sit up immediately, suddenly aware of my body and my surroundings. I was sitting in my old high school classroom. My outfit was my usual purple hoodie and yoga pants.

"Woah Stress! Sorry for scaring you. I just figured you wouldn't want to miss lunch."

"False?" I had looked over at the voice and the face of my best friend appeared in my view. Her untamed golden hair falling in her eyes as she grins.

"No duh... Hey! Where'd that ring come from?"

I look at my hands, still confused into how they could be so young, and sitting there, on my ring finger was the diamond ring my husband had given me. I fiddled with it, absent mindedly rubbing the notch where I had dented it when I punched a skeleton. Apparently, whatever happened in the world of Minecraft was real. And yet, here I was in my 17-year-old body with False.

I finally notice False waving a hand in front of my face, "Hello? Earth to Stress! Someone needs to get more sleep and stop staying up late drooling over Doc."

I wave her hand away, apologizing for my vacant attitude and follow her to the school cafeteria. My heart flutters when I see Doc sitting in his normal spot. I still had his schedule memorized even decades later. No. Stress stop. I'm married and I need to figure out what is happening.

I plop on a chair beside False who looks at me questioningly, "you don't usually sit there. That's where Iskall sits." I blink for a moment before shifting to be across the table where I used to sit. I pull my lunch out of lunch bag, slowly studying the handy bag that had gotten me through so many adventures before I had finally lost it on an exhibition to the Far Lands. It was brand new, the brown leather still bright and soft.

I chew on my sandwich slowly, already missing my castle meals, when the kid I remember to be Cleo sits down beside False, quickly giving her a side hug. I smile at her as Iskall, at least I think that was his name, rushes over. "Did you guy see Doc's new hand! It's robotic. He says he built it himself. Since when did Doc need a new hand?"

I blink for a moment of confusion before Iskall is pulling me to my feet. He begins dragging me towards Doc's table as he whispers harshly in my ear, "I know you like him. This is the perfect opportunity to talk to him."

I tried to break away from Iskall but he holds tight. I sigh and rub the back of neck, hiding my ring, allowing myself to be led to Doc.

"Doc! You remember Stress, right?" Iskall chirped happily, "She wanted to see your hand."

I felt so weird. I knew I was married to someone, but Doc still made me feel so, so nervous. But those nerves were doubled when he looked up at me. His brown hair was tangled and his eyes looked just like my husband's. His eyes connected with mine and he immediately stood up. His friends huffing in annoyance as the table shifted.

"Stress," his voice sounded breathless and in awe and I nearly melted in the sound.

Iskall lets go of my arm and bids a quick goodbye as my knees shook. Doc grabbed my now free hand, leading me out of the cafeteria. We walked to a secluded spot of the school as he mumbles to himself. During this whole time, I kept my left hand in my hair but he grabs my left arm, gently tugging it down. I give in and he stares at the ring on my finger.

His eyes travel back up to mine, "I guess nothing can keep us apart. Not even death."

My breath hitched. How did he know that I had already died once? He must have noticed my confusion because he just chuckled. He kisses the hand he held than moved to roll up his sleeve. He revealed the robotic arm I had come to know as my husband's.

"Doc?"

He nods and pulls his wedding ring from around his neck, where he kept it hung on a chain, "I guess I look a lot different at 17. Huh? Missing the scars... But you. You look just as beautiful as the day I lost you."

I was crying at this point and Doc carefully wiped the tears away. It would take some time to get used to being home but at least I hadn't lost my husband. My love of my life. We had gone through everything, good and bad and we would get through this.

Doc wrapped his arms around me as I sobbed in relief. He quickly released me to lift my face to his and he kissed me. It felt like the first time he had kissed me. It had been under the stars of the void, the ender dragon dead beside us. The first of our many adventures. And here we were again, 17 and able to experience the world together.

"I guess we need to get married again Stressy." He mumbled, his lips no more than a millimeter from mine. I nod lightly, smiling as I kiss him again.