Forbidden Love

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*Claire's POV*

Heaven is the place I was welcomed to after death. I had leukemia, a type of cancer that I couldn't fight when I was only 15. It doesn't matter now that I'm here, with my past family members and new friends I've made throughout my journey here. Here in this amazing "second world", I have my best friend, Alina, who will stick by my side forever, literally. I mustn't say how she passed and ended up here with me, for she will grieve at the memories.

My two wonderful parents and twin sister are still down on Earth, but without me. Being me, my number one goal is to make others happy and that's why I signed up for the "Guardian Angel" program. The maximum amount of clients we can care for are 3 and obviously, I chose my family.

In this program, we watch over the lives of those down on Earth and guide them to the correct path in life. Although my family has been grieving over my tragic death, I've done everything in my ability to keep them happy. From giving them luck in their careers to sending messages saying that I am okay and happy.

With that being said, my life is amazing up here in Heaven. Did I mention that once we make it up here, we choose what time in our life we want to look like? I chose my beauty from when I was 13 - with my long flowing dark hair, my tanned skin tone, my small but athletic body, my braces (that I totally hate), and my pink glasses.

God allows us to do whatever we want as long as they are good deeds, but except for one thing...crossing the border to the Devil's world, Hell.
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*Alejandro's POV*

Hell is the place that I was welcomed to after my death. I was apart of a robbery and was shot to death by the fucking cops. They had to kill me when I was only 15, damn assholes. I could've went to Heaven just like my mom, but no. My father, Satan, wanted to claim me as his and to take after Hell once he's done.

Life in hell is pretty fucking fantastic. We can do anything we want. Obviously, except for crossing the boarder to God's world, Heaven. Profanity is all you hear, graffitied walls are all you see, scary people is what makes up the population here.

I've made countless amounts of enemies here, but I still have one friend, Sergio. He's like the brother I've never had. His death wasn't that crazy of a story like everyone else's, but he died of a heart attack when he was put into the hospital after being stabbed multiple of times in a fight.

Before we officially enter Hell as a new home, we must choose a time in our life to look like, so I chose my year as a 13 year old. I had short light brown/ginger hair, my tall figure, and my lightly tanned skin.

I've taken advantage of this "no rules" rule in Hell and have done everything possible. From starting fights to murdering people so that they'll have to start over. Although, I have never ever crossed the border into Heaven.