Going through life without a lover, Aubrey gets to the end of her life...with nothing.
Frustrated and alone, she is thrown into heaven with no sense of home. That all changes when she goes against every gut feeling and goes outside of the gates of...
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Aubrey's POV-
It all felt like a messed up dream.
Waking up, or always being awake just with my eyes tightly shut. I cracked my eyes open to see I was laying on the ground. The ground was covered with lush green grass that was atleast an inch tall.
Confused I sat up and glanced around to see I was under a large aspen tree.
Where am I?
What is this place? Did I die?
Suddenly everything came rushing back. The party, Layla, the man, the knife, the pain...the kind man.
Who was he?
"I see you are awake" I voice called out and I jumped to my feet, stumbling from surprise.
I whipped around to see a man with soft features and in lounge wear.
"Who are you?" I asked cautiously, the man smiled at me in kindness.
"I can't answer that, but I can answer your other questions" His voice was light and airy, innocent but still held a wise note.
"Ok...where am I?" I asked tightly, still not fully trustful of the strange man.
"You're in heaven my dear. I apologize to say how you died" The last part of his sentence held sadness but there was happiness in it. Almost like he was relieved I was there.
"I-died? And I'm in heaven?" My voice raised in surprise.
He nodded softly.
I took multiple beeaths, trying not to feel myself out.
"I died?" I repeated in disbelief. He nodded again as he took a step to me but I backed away quickly.
His smile faded slightly but his eyes shown with understanding.
"Come on dear, I must show you around before I have to go" he ordered softly while waving a hand to me.
Almost compelled I stepped to the man and followed him as he walked away from the big aspen tree.
Why am I following him? Should I trust him? Am I really dead? This feels like a messed up dream that I can't wake up from.
What happens to Layla? Is she died too? Is she ok? What about my parents? Are they ok?
The man chuckled for some reason and I looked up from my feet that were bare.
I'm still wearing my green dress but my heels were gone, which I couldn't tell if I was relieved or freaked out about.
"You have many questions" the man stated the obvious and I huffed.
We walked to the edge of the field where there was a town. It was huge and reminded me of Morocco but slightly more dulled out colors. The small town was placed at the bottom of a hill, the top of the hill held a large city that looked like it was a little more modern than the town was.
