Eve is falling, falling forward. Red, blue, pink, green, white, purple, then red again. She tries moving, but doesn't. Instead, the colors around her blur as she struggles, but she then looks ahead, not down.
Everything's fading to black, but isn't. The distortions make her think she should feel sick, but she doesn't feel anything. When the odd, colorful distortions begin to stop shifting, she suddenly begins to feel again and finds herself sitting on a bench in her school playground.
She leans to the side, to lay down on the bench and think about what she just saw. However, she bumps into another young girl. A familiar young girl.
"Eve? No... he didn't get you too, did he?"
She opens her mouth, and nothing comes out.
The other girl says nothing, but hugs her.
The silence seems to fill a void in Eve's mouth, and she breaks the silence without warning.
"...Linda?"
"Yes, it's me. It's really me."
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Eve of Reaping
RandomA pastiche of Mitch Albom's "The Five People You Meet in Heaven" done for a class assignment. Styled similar to the book, and potentially contains major errors. This version is slightly more refined than the first draft, but not by much. This is not...
