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[Gia’s POV]Staring up at the four goddesses, I began feeling even smaller in these vast phenomena of life, death, the after, and in-between. “Once again, I see your wheels turning in your mind, my child,” Visha said. “How do I become what you want me to be? My soul has not even progressed to the next stage of the divine being. I know I was on the “soul” path to leveling up, but I failed in this life,” I said in a melancholy tone. “We brought your body here with you. We need that vessel specifically, as we coded it for your transformation. You did not fail! You are still on your soul path, but with an extra boost in leveling up,” Hecate declared.The word transformation pressed forward in my mind. “Yes, you will go through a transformation, one that will change you from mortal to immortal,” Visha replied to the thought in my head. Of course, she can read my mind, I said with an internal giggle. “Wait, immortal! But I will outlive Max and my son,” I questioned in panic. “The blessings
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Crossing The Bridge Chapter 1: Bored
[Gia’s POV]I watch the passing lights of the cities that illuminate the night’s sky, as James is driving us to a club, he has been asking me to go to with him for months now. I am tired, like usual. My 42-year-old, single mom, introverted self does not want to go clubbing. Doing this merely as my way to finally compromise with James, who has been frustrated that we only screw late at night, and don’t go on dates. Being taken out on a date was something I used to look forward to years ago in my twenties and early thirties. All I got out of my dating years were betrayals, toxic relationships, abuse, and lots of heartbreak. Now, I just want to get the deed done and sleep. I don’t want to deal with the relationship drama, pain, and suffering. With James, I keep my heart walled off in a massive fortress. Nothing is impenetrable, but it is all I have left to keep sane. James’ night hustle is as a rap recording artist. Nothing mainstream yet. Mostly, he gets together with his friends to
Crossing The Bridge Chapter 2: Chelsea
So, here I am, in James’ car, heading to a club in Saint Paul. This is completely out of the norm for me, and one of the few times I have asked anyone to watch my child so that I could go out for myself. I try not to ask my sister to watch my son, as she works way too much, has a ton of her own responsibilities, and I feel bad asking for help so that I can do something for myself or something social. It took everything in me to ask her to watch him tonight at my place. She was so excited to help, and I know it is because she worries about my mental health. Yes, I have had a rough life. I keep my PTSD, anxiety, and depression at bay. Also, with now being in my forties I gained this new, I don’t care attitude, which helps a ton, but not completely. We have reached the club now; this should be interesting…I mind whisper to my spirit panel, the Watchers, “Should we put money on whether James meets his mate and ditches me tonight or not?” They just laugh, those sadistic assholes. I open
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