Romans & histoires Seven Minutes In Heaven

I squinted for a while. When I was finally able to open my eyes up, the first thing I saw was Seven's face which was flushed with horror. "Come on, Seven. You are not a child. You liked it when I licked your cock, didn't you?" I blinked and then bit a corner of my lower lip. The horror on Seven's face worsened. Nonetheless, I stood up slowly and took a step towards him. "Have you ever been to heaven, Seven? If not, let me show you."

“I’m about to lose my life here and you’re trying to make my death look uncomfortable.” “For the fact that you’re dying why bother making it look comfortable??” “That doesn’t even make sense!” Seven threw his hands in the air. “It does. You’re just too stupid to understand.” “Careful.” Seven waved an index finger about her face. “You’re going too far.” “Sorry.” Angel hung her head. Witt Lowry’s “Dreaming With Our Eyes Open,” piano intro filled the room. “Your phone,” Angel said. That was Seven’s ringtone.

Knight noticed that his mother was shedding tears. "Is there something wrong mother?" He got up and took a closer look at the projection. "Was it because I got mad at you last time? I promise that I won't get mad again, I promise. Please stop crying mother." He pleaded with her. "I'm just, so… so happy that you're such a wonderful child. Don't forget to study well at school. Until we return." After Tessia said these words, the connection of Seven was broken. ~ At Heavens Fall ~

The car slammed into me, sending me flying several meters. Agonizing pain surged through my body. It felt as if my organs were bursting apart, my eyelids growing heavier and heavier. "Ash!" Before losing consciousness, I saw Nina shouting my name, her face deathly pale as she stumbled toward me. I thought I was done for, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself in a hospital. Nina was sitting by my bed. Hearing movement, she turned to look at me. "You are awake? You almost scared me to death, you know? You were unconscious for six days! The car was right there. Didn't you know how to dodge? How are you still so stupid?"

“Nobody will want you gone if you behave, okay? You just need to follow your schedule. Do what you came here to do and you’ll be fine.” “No… no…” Heaven loses her voice, and couldn’t hold back her tears, so she breaks down, now embracing Lakri tight and bawling her eyes into the maid’s shoulder. As the voices in her head starts growing louder, Heaven’s tone rises as well with the intent to overshadow that of her whispering demons. But that doesn’t help. Their hurtful words keep dropping, each one more painful than the last. Kill yourself. End it all. No purpose, no life.

New York. Xavier's Penthouse. Monday. 7:42 PM ​By the time she came out of the room, the silence of the penthouse had transformed. It was no longer the charged, electric quiet of their confrontation from three hours ago; it was the hollow, heavy silence of a space that had been vacated.

The empty road offered no answer. Only silence. Then— Buzz. My entire body froze. The phone. My shaking fingers reached for it. A new message flashed across the screen. Unknown Number. Instantly, dread curled through my chest. Slowly, I opened it. The pale glow illuminated my tear-streaked face. One sentence. Only one. Yet it felt like a death sentence. My blood turned to ice. YOU HAVE SEVEN DAYS LEFT.

"Why don't we play a game to take your mind off things for a bit?” The game they haven’t played in so long—seven minutes in heaven, is now the only bud of hope that could cradle both their anxiety and longing to feel each other close. A sin so sweet that not even Reigna herself could say no or worry about tomorrow. "Fine," she huffed, averting her gaze as she played with the hem of his shirt. "But we're sticking to the rules this time, Carlisle. Just seven minutes, no funny business." Ah. But that clearly is a form of denial, isn’t it?

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

The plane taxied onto the runway. The engines roared to life. I closed my eyes. Seven years ago, on a full moon night, he’d bitten the nape of my neck and whispered, "From this day forward, my soul is bound to yours." The moonlight spilled through the window onto our tangled bodies. I thought that was forever. Tonight, seven years later, I was severing that thread myself—a thread called "fate." I summoned the ancient power in my blood.