Perhaps In Another Life [WMMAP]

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It was dark. He couldn't see anything but pure black, the silence deafening, slowly making him panic.

But he couldn't move.

He wanted to scream, perhaps call for help. But he couldn't. He didn't know where he was or what had happened to him, the last thing he remembered was a flash of light blinding his vision before black took over.

Was he dead? Where was everyone?

As time passed, his panic only grew worse. Was he kidnapped? It wouldn't be surprising if he was. But he should've heard anything, even crickets or perhaps the wind. But there was nothing. Just pure silence.

Was this the afterlife? Because if it was, then it sucked. Many people believed that it would be peaceful and the "happiest place any person could ever go to", and he wondered how they would feel once they find out that it was just nothing but pure darkness and silence.

He tried to think about anything he could remember; and so far, his memory was still intact. He remembered basic informations like who he was, where he lived, how his life was like, who was those close to him and whatnot.

Before he could further think about his memories, he heard a voice. Voices? It was a combination of high and deep voices, like the ones in horror movies.

The atmosphere chilled as he listened to the voice.

"Come, my child. For your time here is over. You shall be sent back to your home, your time, to where you truly belong."

He couldn't understand anything despite the being using merely simple words. Where he truly belonged? What did that mean?! Did he not live here? Was he not him all this time?! Or was his entire life merely a dream?

As the being spoke, images flashed through his head as if a movie was playing inside his skull. Images that made no sense and were chaotic, like a series of unrelated dreams mashed together into a single surreal experience.

"I love you," a voice in his head whispered as his head ached.
He felt himself being lifted, his eyes sore from the sudden movement. He wanted to scream, cry, or throw up. Maybe all those things... Until his eyes opened, tears dropping as a blur of a ceiling greeted his sight. He sat up, wiping the tears that kept flowing as he looked around, trying to clear his vision by blinking. Where was he? A room?

He looked down, he was on a fancy king-sized bed in a room that felt strangely familiar, like it was something he's grown up in for all his life. A large window displayed a view of the sun peeking over the horizon, the rays of golden light dancing through his blinds.

"Did I... Die?" He whispered, trying to remember the last thing he's seen before everything turned black, the tears still falling still though not as much as when he woke up. He looked around again, eyes narrowing as he took in his surroundings.

The room was something that looked like a set in a period drama - it had alot of fancy, antique items that were placed on top of shelves, drawers and tables. Landscape paintings were hung on the walls with a golden frame. It looked like a noble's room from the medieval times.

An antique french style silver floor mirror was placed on the corner of the room, reflecting the large king-sized bed along with him. The reflection showed a pretty man with hair that had the same shade of silver, along with beautiful golden eyes that shone like an angel's. He wore a ruffly white shirt, his bottom half covered by the bed sheets, his skin sickly pale as if it hadn't seen the sun in years.

He moved his arm, caressing his face and saw the reflection doing the same. His breath hitched, that wasn't him. The man in the mirror wasn't him. He had dark brown hair and amber eyes, why did the reflection show a completely different man with an odd colored hair of white and golden eyes?!