On a bright summer day, in late August of 1992, Theresa Williams dies.
She dies struggling to breathe, lying on a bed of blood-stained grass with the sun in her eyes. The people who could have saved her are just a little too slow to the scene; by the time they find her, she's glassy-eyed and blissfully unaware of the injuries that would have been hard to recover from anyway (a leg at the wrong angle, a lung still slowly filling with blood). They try halfheartedly to bring her back anyway, but there's little chance and no point wasting all of their strength.
Hidden in their shadows, a reaper wraps its hands around her soul and leads her away.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
pulse // supernatural
FanfictionTheresa dies in 1992. Her soul goes to Heaven. It proceeds to run several angels ragged, its stubborn streak living on long after her body is gone. Michael, the archangel, disappears in 2009; the apocalypse that never was. His grace goes to Hell. It...
