The gunshot noise blasted through my ears. Sharp pain went through my stomach. My hands applied pressure to the wound. I fell back. I coughed. There was blood, so much blood.
"Why?" I heard my voice say. I could feel consciousness drifting from me. "I loved you."
I heard sobbing, but the noise flew farther and farther away from me. I exhaled. I inhaled. And then, I let go of my last breath.
But I woke up. I woke up. How is that possible? I died!
I looked around. There was a meadow, it was peaceful. But I was alive. Somehow, I was alive. And my mind was racing, I couldn't comprehend. But I heard rustling leaves. I turned. There was a figure. Who is that? And then, it spoke.
YOU ARE READING
Life After Death (ON HOLD)
General FictionI died. I remember dying. But I'm here... I'm... alive?
