after the storm ❀ MULTI IMAGINES

giveon pt 2 (alt end)

the first section of this chapter is a recap

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i found myself right back at the library. i knew that date. I went over to the yearbooks and papers again, knowing exactly where to look this time.

i opened the yearbook. blank. every page.

my eyes widened, moving over to the newspapers. which weren't blank. completely. only 8 words remaining.

giveon dezmann evans- september third, nineteen ninety three

i gasped in shock, rubbing my eyes to make sure i was seeing correctly. it all made sense dez, stood for dezmann. his birthday was also his death date. when i opened my eyes,

BLANK.

i'm going crazy .

i closed them again as tears welled up in them. except i couldn't open them this time.

BLACK.

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i woke up in a completely white room, it was clean, bright . and i just stood there, it was no where to go, seemingly no end.

"HELLO? IS ANYBODY THERE?" i yelled out, scared out of my mind. "WHERE AM I?"

i felt hands on my shoulders and i immediately turned around, ready to defend myself.

"calm down, it's okay."

"dez?" i felt a little better but i was still scared and confused.

"yeah, it's giveon. the one and only." he smiled at me.

"but- that doesn't make sense, you're-" he cut me off

"dead, yeah i know." he joked, chuckling. "hard times."

"so am i dead too?" i backed up, not finding his joke funny.

"no, no of course not."i sighed in relief, "not yet. that's what i'm here for."

my eyes widened, "WHAT?".

"don't be scared, i mean, everybody has to die one day. mine was just unfortunately early , and yours is too." he explained.

"and i'm supposed to be fine with that?"

"look, hear me out." he grabbed my hands.  "i'm almost like your personal grim reaper, but the good kind- not to sound scary." he shook his head, realizing his poor choice of words, "but i came to get you. in the afterlife, we want to give you a warm welcome, you know? somebody who died under similar circumstances comes to get you. and i'm getting you. "

i just stared at him, wanting him to continue.

"we both go, or i guess went, to the same college. both seniors, 22. you know, on your way back to your apartment from our little coffee meet up , guess what?"

"killed by a drunk driver." i sighed, looking away, "well, i guess it's nothing i can do about it. i hope my family is okay."

he looked a bit sad, obviously he understood me.

"you can always watch over them."

i just nodded , it wasn't the same. i obviously wasn't taking the news of my own death very well. "why was this process so long? what about everything i saw, the desk, the notes, the paper." i looked up to him to explain.

"it's very particular. everything happens for a reason. the class was too large on purpose, so they would have to give up my seat to you. you were the only one who could see the writing on the desk. it never really existed anyway. the newspapers obviously did really exist but they disappeared because we didn't want you trying to tell someone." he explained even more. this is all so crazy. "and you're the only one who could see me. don't worry, you didn't look like a psycho talking to nobody, you looked normal to everyone else. but i guess that doesn't matter now anyway." he joked again. i just was starting to warm up to his jokes now that i've accepted it.

i know one thing, my yearbook dedication page better be cute.

"andddd, before i say this." he looked at me, "i'm still technically 22, and well both be 22 forever. i haven't aged a bit. i sorta,kinda, maybe...fellinlovewithyouthesepastfewmonths." he rushed out. i heard him, though. couldn't say i was surprised, he was cute.

"it's been a minute, huh?" now it was my turn to joke.

he just started at me, "really?"

i laughed, "i'm just playing. you trying to get me sent to hell before i even make it to heaven?"

"that reminds me, we probably should go." he grabbed my hand, "God said it was okay, I asked him myself."

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