I never told you what I do for a living.

Frank POV.

Dying doesn’t sound as fun as it seems. There is no bright white light or some old dude with a long beard waiting for you at the gates of heaven. There is also no hell with the chances of burning up into eternity, which at this moment disappointed me. I also somehow expected to see my parents and little sisters in the afterlife, but even their faces became translucent and faded away after a little while. No, there was no peace for me to find in death, only sorrow and loneliness.

And that is what is was like for me; staring off into darkness, not knowing what was happening or what was going to happen. I was just waiting for things I didn’t even knew excisted.

Notes

Super short, I'm sorry.
There's a longer chapter coming. I am very busy with some other stories atm and I also already wrote the next 2 chapters, I just have to edit them :)

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