The After Novels & Stories

“Take care of yourself.” “Yes, boss.” I glanced at Nine Edwards, whose screams almost drowned my words. The view and sound of his pain has definitely eased the part of my soul that has been begging for revenge. Now I can fully focus on more important things. I snapped off the nose mask. And with sturdy steps, I walked out of the bunker. The moment I got outside, the fresh air of the settling night eased my heart. I glanced at the surrounding forest, smiled and wondered if Carrie already went for a walk by the beach.

Becca's Pov Was he fucking serious right now! I thought shocked, was he really breaking up with me? Even though I was shocked, I wasn’t really surprised. I had somehow been expecting something to happen after I had overheard a conversation three weeks ago, between Ken and his best friend Pete.

DPOV After the carriage disappeared from view, I walked back to the palace. It was no longer morning, and temperature was warmer than before. However, the sky remained cloudy and gray, and fresh, white snow fell to the cold ground. My family was waiting in the main hall, chatting as the royal staff tidied the dining room.

Betty exclaimed while smiling at him and tap his shoulder to go and change his school uniform. Felix went to his room. When he was inside his room he sit in his bed and look at nowhere while he was thinking what has happened to him. "I never imagined that I always brought unlucky events to myself. When will it be stop?" Felix uttering those words to himself while he lie down in his bed. Two Months Later... Felix was still late in waking up every morning. Knowing that it was the day he will finally graduate from his Business Administration course. He was still lying in bed very calm while sleeping.

Then whispered to the air, to the bench, to Linda wherever she was: “We hear you, Linda. ‘After’ is here too. It tastes like tea that got cold and no one panicked.” Destiny put her hand on the bench. Not on Elma. Next to her. An inch away. “Secrets shrink you,” she said, repeating yesterday but softer. “Truth makes space. ‘After’ is what you do with the space.” Elma folded the paper with _After_ written on it. Tucked it in her pocket. Over her heart. “I think I want to learn how to live in ‘after’.” Nathan looked at her pocket. Didn’t ask to see the paper. Didn’t need to. “We’ll learn it together. Bench is slow. ‘After’ is slow.”

The crescendo of the woman's voice rose even louder than my futile yells. Suddenly, flames sprouted from the floor and traced all around us, separating Azaela, me, and Esteavo from the rest of the coven. He turned to look at me, the dancing flames played with his contrast, casting shadows on his face, but they did nothing to warm his eyes which were ice cold and dark as he stared at me. Then he smiled. His mouth did not open but I heard his voice very clearly in my head, "See you in the afterlife, Luna Claire." He said to me. "...If there is an afterlife." I was hyperventilating. The flames were making me dizzy and the smoke was filling my lungs and tears pour

The petals trembled gently, like a wave goodbye. Mom stared at the flowers. Tears fell again. But she smiled. "Lily," she whispered. "Is that you?" No one answered. The wind passed through, and the petals swayed once more. Then everything grew still. I looked down and saw my body beginning to fade, bit by bit, like mist evaporating in sunlight. I was finally leaving. I looked at them one last time. At the moment I disappeared completely, I heard Noah speak. "Mom, was Lily just here?"