𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝟑𝟓

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     THE RUINS OF THE building left you to hum in slight bewilderment, it was still in tact and the waters in the faucet was running quite smoothly, albeit a bit slow but still working nonetheless

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     THE RUINS OF THE building left you to hum in slight bewilderment, it was still in tact and the waters in the faucet was running quite smoothly, albeit a bit slow but still working nonetheless.

your beloved home was coated in vines and moss, dirt and dust covered the furniture along with the messy floor which consisted of random objects. one thing you took note of was that it was all untouched and definitely needed some adjustments.

the walls stood high and the gates outside no less, it was perfect actually... well, if you ignore all the misplaced and forgotten objects— everything was just as you remembered it.

much to your relief, no animals managed to make a little habitat out of your home so at least you could claim what's yours without much trouble. it wasn't a big change but it still surprised you no less.

you felt as though the last time you saw your humble abode was just yesterday but with the way the pastas were acting, it led you to retract that little theory of being gone for merely a week. clearly, something did happen for a long while but you doubted you'd get your answers anytime soon.

the good thing is you could at least reflect off what's happened the last couple of days after you were conscious. then it clicked like electricity, that little dream you had— or was it a memory?

you weren't sure but you met you! well, the angel you precisely. what seemed to be a void turned out to be a dark prison that you were trapped in, however it didn't feel long being stuck there. you assumed time worked funny since toby would give you an odd look when you'd say something.

aside the untrustworthy friends you have, you could finally resonate the fact that you were dead... okay not exactly dead but somewhere in between.

who knew someone as horrible as you would turn out to represent a holy creature through the eyes of many, it was humorous but you lacked the urge to laugh given that you were the one enduring these unpleasant experiences. it wasn't necessarily bad, no not at all... just unfortunate.

being alive was rather nice, the life you managed to achieve gave you satisfaction but in the end, you left that behind because some obsessed hoe killed you by accident.

your company? what happened to it.

you weren't sure, you doubted you would reach out especially after your death. how long has it truly been since you died? again, you wouldn't know for sure.

"al, you still alive?" the soft echo of your voice bounced off the walls effortlessly, making you look around. it was silent, too silent. you wanted to sigh from the lack of response but then suddenly the house ignited with lights, flickering on and off before providing your vision with a better looks.

the sound of whirring and movement filled your ears and you could feel your wings flutter instantly with a bubbly feeling.

'w-w-welcome back, Miss.'

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