The doctor walked into the stark white room. In the room, four adults were sitting, hoping for good news. But all hope drained out of their faces when the doctor said, "I'm sorry, but we were not able to save them. Unfortunately, they did not even make it to the hospital." The room then became silent save for the hushed crying of the mothers and fathers. One of the parents spoke up, "What was the ...cause of...death?"
"A hit and run," the doctor said matter of factly.
Another parent spoke up, this time a mother, "Were they intoxicated?"
"No, their tox screens were clean except for the antibiotics in the girl's system, which, according to her records, she was taking for bronchitis, " the doctor said as he looked down at the charts.
"Yeah, she wanted to make sure that she was healthy fo..." the girl's mother trailed off.
"A dance? We have their personal items: ticket stubs, their clothes, a camera, amongst other things. If it makes you feel any better when the police looked at the photos, they seemed to be having an amazing time." he paused. "I am very sorry for your loss, but if it is any consolation, our loved ones never leave us."
***
Two white-robed figures stood in a dimly lit room filled with clocks of all shapes and sizes each bearing a person's name. The robed figures had just looked at a hanging, luminous pool with despair when a blue-robed figure came into the room.
"So?" it asked.
"Well her death is near. But-" the others started to say.
But what?! Honestly, sometimes you both can be so incompetent!"
The other robed figures hesitated. Then one of them finally spoke: "Ummm. The boy died before his time."
The blue-robed figure took a deep breath. "Do you have any idea what we do? Sometimes I think you forget! We alter people's lives! Their lives! And now this boy is dead! We do not have any idea where he is on the other side. You know what you must do."
The other two looked at each other. "Yes, but wouldn't that be exceedingly difficult? And how about if it does not work?"
"The consequences would be severe, but it is your problem now and I expect it to be fixed."
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Mors, Amor, et Fatum
Teen FictionDeath. Love. Fate. Three words that are so pervasive and are so impactful, yet so hard to grasp until they apply to you. On the night of the school holiday dance, Sally and Dmitri come to understand the meaning of these words as they race against ti...
