Natalie had heard it too many times: how one's entire life passes in front of their eyes before they die. But for her, it wasn't like that at all. More than images rolling in her mind, what she felt was a separation from her body as if it had always belonged to someone else.
She was too conscious of the doctors around her and could even tell that they were talking to each other throughout the operation. But more than anything else, what Natalie was most interested in was the kind light that never left her in the darkness. The one that glowed brighter in the operation room than how he did when he was smiling and walking beside Alonso on the way there. But her father seemed to watch from afar, maintaining a distance. Somehow she knew that rather than being here to take her to wherever she was supposed to go from here on forward, he was simply here to watch over her like a guardian angel.
Thank you for being right here next to me, dad.