John is still with us
When Paul opened his eyes, he was back in his room. He was old again, and alone again. But seeing John again had given him some hope. That one day he and his friend would truly meet again. And when they did nothing would come between them.
His thoughts were interrupted when he looked over at his windowsill and something caught his eye.
A white dove was sitting there, staring at him, it's eyes glinting against the early morning sun. Paul walked over to the window and opened it, not stirring the beautiful creature. When he looked, he saw it had John's eyes. His hand reached out as he gently stroked the bird's soft white chest and all of a sudden he felt a feeling of endless happiness fill his heart.
And with that, the dove took off into the sky, flying further and further until it turned into a star.
And when Paul looked down at the windowsill, he saw a single white feather lying there, slowly wavering in the breeze. He took it in his hand and watched the sky, small tears pricking his ageing eyes.