In another realm of light and shadow—
Yash slowly opened his eyes.
There was mist all around him, but it did not feel cold or frightening. It was calm. Gentle. Almost comforting. The air felt weightless, as if sorrow no longer belonged here.
In the distance, he saw her.
Jesmine.
She stood quietly, bathed in a soft glow, as though the light itself recognized her.
She walked toward him.
"Do you understand now?" she asked softly.
Yash paused, the realization slowly settling within him.
"We…?"
Jesmine nodded.
"Yes. Our bodies were left behind. But we—are here."
For a long moment, he said nothing. The memories rushed through him—the accident, the river, the fog.
Then, unexpectedly, he smiled.
"So… is this our freedom?"
Jesmine's eyes shimmered, not with sorrow, but with something deeper—relief.
"Maybe. The world separated us. But here… no one can."
In the distance, something glowed like a river made of light—its surface shimmering softly, flowing without sound. It felt familiar. Like the riverside where they had once made promises.
Yash reached for her hand.
This time, there was no fear.
No resistance.
No unfinished words.
Only a quiet certainty that whatever this place was—
They were no longer apart.