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"She's dead?" "Yes. I'm so sorry." Now, what have I done with that bit of knowledge? All these years, I had kept this hope-this belief-that she must have left for something and that one day I'd find her and get my answers. But now, she was gone. Forever. "How did she die?" I asked. There came catch in my throat. "She struggled. After leaving, she never really got back on her feet. Lived in and out of shelters. Ultimately, she passed from an illness. But that's not all I found."

Within seconds all pain is gone and my body is fully healed. “Isn’t this the afterlife? And aren’t I dead? I don’t see how I don’t belong here then” “Yes, this is the afterlife but technically you are not entirely dead” she tells me. “What do you mean that I am technically not dead? How can someone be technically not dead? It is either you are or you are not” I start pacing while panicking, if she tells me that I went through all that pain for nothing I will honestly lose it.

I asked curiously, "What about Lori? What would become of her in her next life?" "Lori Levaine owes you too much. She will become a dog and quietly watch over you in your next lives." With that, the ruler of the nether world waved his hand, and I was sent into the cycle of reincarnation.

family that was about to embark on a fresh new life. A life without me in it. They didn't know that day was exactly the seventh day after my death.

The way she plays with it warns everybody away. Her lifeline is just death, piss her off and an early grave becomes inevitable. I could see why they call her After. She's exactly what one looks like when there's no more life to live. You just kept breathing, every human emotion- dead. I rode that path months ago. I am in the finishing stage, the one you get when you are just about done. And it is because of that reason Zero and I just can't be, I know he knows it now but we haven't spoken the words yet.

Her last words were: "See you next time." The funeral was attended by millions. They came from every corner of the world to honor the woman who'd lived through a millennium of history, who'd guided them through centuries of growth, who'd been the living connection to everything they'd built. They laid her to rest in the monument garden, beside the markers for Lerder and Kira and Lyra and Alden and all the others who'd fought in the war. The eternal guardian, finally at rest. Or so they thought. Twenty-Three Years After Elara's Death

She dialed three times, then her finger hovered over the call button and never moved again. Before I died, I had tried to call her nine times. Even as my breathing stopped, I still foolishly hoped to say one last line to her. But even as I reached the end of my life, I never heard her voice. There was a vast and stark difference when someone loved or didn't love another person. I pressed a hand to where my heart was. It no longer beat, nor did it produce that tearing pain that once felt like it could rip me apart. Strangely, I felt a bit relieved.

As soon as her back hit the mattress, she scrambled into a sitting position, her eyes glazed and bloodshot. "I saw them," she slurred, her voice thick with pain. She sounded as if she was about to cry, her mouth almost pouting as if holding back the tears. "I saw Damien. And Victoria. They were... they were still together. Even after I died. Even after he buried me like trash, he went back to her." She let out a dry, jagged laugh that sounded more like a sob. "They didn't even care I was gone. They just kept going. Like I never existed."

Silence in the exhibit room. The girl turns to me. “Did she ever try again?” I shake my head. “No. The family cut contact. The market dried up completely after the exposure wave. She lived another thirty-two years in that Taormina house. Gardens. Books. No more drives. No more buyers. She died quietly in 2164. Natural causes. No note. No final statement.” The girl looks back at the stones. “So… it really ended?” I smile—small, practiced. “It didn’t end. It became normal. That’s harder to see than an ending.”

The day I found out I was pregnant, I accidentally called myself three years in the future. Clutching my pregnancy test report, I asked excitedly, "Was Adrian happy when he found out he was going to be a dad? Is my baby a boy or a girl?" The woman on the other end of the phone answered in a hoarse voice, "The baby was never born. After Jane found out you were pregnant, she gave you abortion pills. Adam even signed the papers to have your uterus removed. And Adrian ignored you completely just to comfort that illegitimate daughter." My mind went blank, and my whole body started shaking. "That's impossible..." I couldn't believe that my beloved older brother, my best friend of 20 years, and the