The Other Side

AUTHOR'S NOTE / PROLOGUE

Formalities / Warnings:

This story will contain mature, graphic and explicit adult themes including but not restricted to:

- Language

- Violence

- Confronting / Dark themes

- Substance use

IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO TO THESE THINGS OR DO NOT WISH TO READ SOMETHING OF THAT DESCRIPTION THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR YOU.

Now onto the prologue :)

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"If we all die today then at least we'll know that it's worth it," Miles chuckled as he stood on the roof, dangerously close to the edge. He ran his hand through his red hair. His black nail polish that I put on his nails was chipped. In his other hand, a cigarette dangled in between his fingertips. He took a slow drawl from it, and let the smoke escape through his parted lips.

"Don't say that." I walked over to him, and stood on the edge, looking down at the cars passing below us, illuminated by the city lights.

"They have everything we don't, Willow. We're not prepared," He stated, looking out over the city-line that seemed like a never ending sheet of darkness broken up by the light from windows of skyscrapers.

"I know, but we can only hope." I intertwined my hand with his, and rubbed my thumb over the new tattoo on his hand that he did himself.

To heaven or hell?

"I was never meant for this lifestyle," He muttered, putting his cigarette back up to his lips. Were any of us? We all had our backstories that shaped us, and we all were somehow thrown into the plight of enormity.

"And now we have to accept our sins," I added, leaning my head on his shoulder. A gust of wind blew through the thin fabric of my gray t-shirt, and I shivered. Miles took off his blue flannel and gave it to me without a word, exposing his own arms to the cold.

"Do you think we're going to hell?" Miles looked at me, stone faced.

"I'd be lying if I said we weren't."

"You might not though." He nudged his shoulder against mine.

"No, I definitely am." I sighed, and gripped onto the cuffs of the flannel.

"I guess I'll see you on the other side then." He took his cigarette from his lips and held it over the edge, and then dropped it. We watched it fall until we couldn't see it anymore.

"Yeah. I'll be there." I whispered. It felt as if I'd forever be waiting for a time when things are different.