The light stung, and I didn’t understand why. Wasn’t ‘the light’ supposed to be warming and caring when you die? At least, that’s what I was told…
Oh, but wait, there was a shadow…
“What the hell were you thinking, dammit?!”
I staggered my eyesight into view, squinting at the strong light before I was able to adjust. The voice was a lot like mine, and I focused on the shadow above me. There was long, brown, straight hair… bronze eyes… curved heart-shape face…
“Hey, Mom, is this...
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