you know, maybe god isn't a dick, and he's created a custom heaven just for you, OP. You might have your doubts, but in 58 years and 7 days you will see a blinding bright light and hear the sound of fluffy clouds grazing each other. you'll feel the dew of a lush green lawn under your oddly young-looking toes. you feel someone clasping your fingers as your vision clears and the brightness wanes. It's Isabelle, meeting your gaze with a simple "Is something the matter?" You feel your heart sink and your eyes water. You want to feel angry. You want to feel angry at yourself for not having listened to the anon who spoke of this place many years ago. you want to be angry at yourself for muddling through the thorny path, years of misery and longing for the one you loved. But you take a deep breath... and just laugh. You laugh a deep laugh and hug a blushing Isabelle, who quickly smiles and returns the embrace. "Welcome home."
She's there in your heaven, OP. Trust me.
