"We built a tall, tall tower.
Towards the sun, towards the sun.
Took some words and built a wall.
And called it love, called it love."
Reese is dead.
She must be.
Right?
She feels fuzzy, but also light. There is no pain, and she feels...
Soothed.
Reese was always taught growing up, that when you die and go to Heaven, there is no pain. So, she must be dead.
Right?
A voice. Reese recognizes that someone is singing, and now she is even more sure that she has passed away. She could surely only hear that beautiful singing if she had died, soul moved on from Earth and gone to Heaven.
Surely.
"And somewhere in all the talking,
The meaning faded out."
But then... she begins to seem more aware. Her body feels heavy, and a deep exhaustion takes over. Why would he feel this way if she were dead?
It doesn't make sense... unless...
"Oh, I wonder
When did it all stop making sense?
I don't understand.
I remember we were so sure, so innocent,
Oh, but that was then."
Reese's body begins to feel heavier, almost like there's a weight on her. Her mind keeps trailing off, gets lost in the beautiful song, then comes back to try and inform Reese of what's happening. But how can it tell her, when it doesn't know itself? As she becomes more aware, Reese realizes that she recognizes the voice. That oh, so beautiful voice.
"Can we ever go back again?"
The pain blooms in Reese's throat, and that's when she knows for sure:
She's not dead.
"Can we ever go back?"
Reese struggles to open her eyes, feels as though they're taped down because they feel so heavy. Besides the singing, the room is quiet, but Reese is more concerned with the pain in her throat, dryness.
As Reese wakes up some more, she registers that there is a tube down her throat, she's still at Jordan and Asher's, and there's someone clinging to her left side. Reese coughs, chokes a little on the tube.
She's definitely not used to having a tube down her throat, obviously.
Reese's left side begins to become cold, whoever was there having abandoned her. Reese hadn't even realized her ears were ringing until they stopped, replaced by voices. She reaches her hands up to rub the sleep from her eyes, but they are grabbed halfway there. Reese's eyes follow the hands that grabbed her own and--
Carter.
Reese perks up slightly, brain immediately aflutter from the sight of her soulmate. However, her face is quick to fall, taking in Carter's appearance: face swollen, eyes red and puffy, bags dark underneath them, and hair disheveled. Reese furrows her eyebrows, tries to say something, anything, but the damned tube has her choking on words.

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The Red Strings Of Fate //✔️//
Teen FictionReese Parker is not afraid to die. That's what she thinks. It's not until she is staring into the eyes of her soulmate, black spots beginning to splotch her vision, chest on fire, far too many dark petals trying to come up her esophagus at once, tha...