3 parts Ongoing |Rewrite of Paradise Kisses|
"Jesus?.." I asked, staring up at the figure who loomed above, who only came out as a silhouetted figure in front of the blazing sun, sort of hoping it was Jesus and that he was taking me away and that I had died of embarrassment.
The figure chuckled, an familiar sound, and I immediately knew that it wasn't Jesus.
"I'm not Jesus, Love." They said, their voice sounding so oddly familiar it made my stomach tingle, but my mind was unable to place a finger on who it was. Maybe I hit my head too hard.
"So i'm not dead?" I asked, my eyes squinting slightly as the sun pierced into them, even from behind this mysterious person.
"I would hope not, I don't really like ghosts." I could hear the amusement in his voice.
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