Novel & Cerita Afterlife Tale Of Us

But now that I heard her voice, a prickling sensation ran through me. What was going on? ‘You’re in between,’ she told me. ‘In between what?’ I asked. ‘In between death and the afterlife. This is death, Eden. This space. This is the space between life and the afterlife.’ ‘What is that?’ I asked, pointing to the white abyss. ‘That’s the afterlife,’ she said. ‘And any moment now, you’ll be pulled into the abyss. That’s where your afterlife awaits you.’ I looked to the white abyss. ‘But that’s where the others went,’ I said, confused.

The anchor's crisp, formal voice rang out, "At approximately 3 p.m. yesterday, a serious accident occurred on Clem Road in the suburbs…" Liam's head snapped up, his eyes locking onto the screen. The footage cut to the crash site—mangled metal, scattered debris, the red and blue lights of emergency vehicles flashing violently. That intersection was exactly where he'd left me yesterday. "Liam, what's wrong?" Alexa noticed his face had gone ashen. Following his gaze to the TV, a secret thrill flickered in her chest. 'If Khloe is dead, all the better,' Alexa thought gleefully.

Us sleeping peacefully, like the world wasn’t falling apart. Another message appeared. **All of you.** I stared at the screen.Then another. **Would be a shame if the wrong person saw how happy you were.** My stomach dropped. I immediately sent it to the group chat. The replies came almost instantly. Mason: Where did they get that? Kai: This isn’t someone trying to scare us anymore. Lila: What do they want? I didn’t have an answer. None of us did. We met at the rink after everyone left.

"Take my life if it makes you feel better." He closed his eyes as he waited for a second shot. But it never came. "Your life is filthy. I don't want it." I tossed the gun aside and headed upstairs. "Salvatore, from this day on, our paths will never cross again."

I felt a deep, bitter disappointment, but couldn’t resist asking the question I had buried in my heart. “You used to date him, didn’t you? You chose me because I was the one most like him, right?” Clara was silent. “Who told you that?” she finally asked. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled over despite herself. I took a deep breath, pulled out my phone, and showed her a video. It had been sent from an unknown number, yet the angle was startlingly clear. In a dimly lit bar corridor, Ethan, probably drunk, was being supported by Clara as they walked outside.

Always. The wind died down. And just like that, the voice faded away. The End.

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer

Waiting for me to beg. But then, the voice on the other end of the line sighed. "Dr. Tyler," the nurse said, "patient 028 passed away a week ago. Cardiac arrest. We couldn't save her. You… didn't know?" Mike stiffened. His fingers tightened around the phone. His breath caught, and for a second, he didn't move. "What are you talking about? I'm asking about patient 028. Not anyone else." The nurse hesitated. "Yes, Dr. Tyler. That's what I'm telling you. Patient 028—your mother-in-law—passed away last week. Didn't… didn't your wife tell you?"