|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. 🌊☀️🌊