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Suffer Or Save?

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Thalia Davis, one of the most cheerful girls you could meet, however not everything is as it seems. She kills herself. A horrible death, but she's at peace and happy. What happens when she's told she must return to earth? What happens when she's given a challenge in return for death? But the question that's on all of our minds is, what happens when she decides she doesn't want to die?

Will she choose to save Elijah Daniels or suffer forever?

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"First of Mr King, I'm a woman not a girl," she raised her chin high as Elijah laughed amusedly at the sight. "Also I am not innocent!" She stated. 

"Okay cupcake." He replied bored. "Hey! Don't call me that!" She stared at him narrowing her eyes. "Sure thing, cookie." She glared at him. "Not that either." He grinned up at her. "I'll keep that in mind shortcake." She narrowed her eyes even more now. She leaned in closer. "Not anything related to baking." She huffed. "Okay, Okay. I'm sorry, peaches." She groaned in annoyance. "No nicknames, or else!" She threatened. "Or else what, peaches?" He questioned leading in further.

At this point, both of them were nose to nose, personal space was disrupted a few words ago. "I.." she stumbled over her words struggling to get out more than two syllables at a time, it was obvious the closeness of the two was bothering her. Elijah smirked at her. "Is there a problem buttercup?"All Rights Reserved

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