"Gregory, the angels aren't like the Bible says they are," I white-lied. "They want to help you. If you go with them... you'll see your mom and dad again."
It was a lie. No one knew what happened after death, not truly. Some souls reincarnated, but the majority passed on to a place beyond Heaven's reach. I could hope, though, that he would be reunited with his parents.
His eyes lit up. "Really?" he whispered, clutching his bunny tight.
"Yes. They miss you a lot. I'm sure of it."
He steeled himself, putting on a brave face. "Then I guess the angels aren't all bad guys. I- I'm not afraid of them anymore. If they'll take me to momma and pop, I'll go with them."
I breathed a sigh of relief, hugging him once more. "Good, Gregory. You're strong, I can see that. Your parents must be so proud of you."
"... is there ice cream in Heaven?"
"Yes, all you can eat."
"Why- why did I die?" He looked down at the ground, forlorn.
