It's a Pleasure to Burn
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"What do you think happens next?" The look on her face was neutral as she asked him the question. The warm orange glow of the fire before them was reflected on her face, the flames dancing in the darkness of her eyes.
"After what?" he questioned, returning his attention to the bright fire.
"After we die. After we leave our people behind with either delightful or horrid memories of us. What happens next? Are we subject to an eternal darkness in the pit of our dug up graves, never to see the sunlight again?"
It was a question he had asked himself countless times. A question he had given up on. A question she had reignited.
"There's a place called the afterlife," he tore his gaze away from the fire. "Some say you get a second chance there. Others say it's a load of fantasy bullshit."
"What do you believe?" she studies him, watching as he tilts his head up to the night sky, observing it.
"Anything's possible, Nya Rose."
It's said relationships cannot be built on a mountain of secrets and lies. Yet that's all they have. That, and the afterlife.
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