After what felt like years since they dropped the bombshell on me about 'my death', I was lying down on the bed, my huge brown eyes scanned the room, it was so bland, like they weren't expecting me this early, yeah I didn't expect me either. The huge bed sat in the middle of the room, a dresser at the side and white walls, a mirror hanging from it. No other thing, no portrait, no painting, nothing. Like the designer had no taste or was waiting for the occupant to design it.

I hiccuped, obviously an after effect from all the crying, I was tired, my throat was sore, my entire body felt like lead. But the information still had my head spinning, so I couldn't rest or sleep.

Deciding not to sit around and sulk, I had to stand up and look around, something occurred to me,she was with me when I supposedly 'died'.So she will have to be here as well.Hope bloomed in my chest, but felt guilty almost immediately, since it meant I hope she died too.

My reflection in the mirror stopped my rain of thoughts. I looked terrible, Blood caked in my hair, tears stained my cheeks, mascara ruined, and my eyes bloodshot. I winced and turned to the bathroom that was connected to my room.

After washing off the blood and tears, I was out of the room and into the hallway. The whole place was so white, I chuckled, I guess our stories of Heaven we're real. The hallway was long, and had different rooms, I decided to check the rooms, I opened the first door, I saw a full room of Angels, but these ones were totally different from the ones that rudely told me about my death. This ones were definitely younger. They were laughing before I entered, their eyes were so wide open, I feared they would pop.

"Hey Angels" I greeted cheerily, everything was unbelievable and exciting at the same time.

"I wish we met under different circumstances, I mean..I really don't like that I died, but I got to meet Angels, that doesn't happen every day" I was on a roll now, rambling out of excitement.

"Funny, I used to be called Angel by someone too, I guess the table turned, my name is Candace by the way.. Candace Talker, it's nice to meet you" I said smiling.

They sat looking too shocked to say anything, just stared at me with mouths hanging open.

"So it is true" one of them mused. The shock wearing off.

"True that?oh yeah, it is true that I died, a very young age to die right?" I said nodding my head.

They shared a look. Confused I looked at them, because I was sure dead people usually go to heaven right? Isn't that why I was here. Remembering why I came here in the first place.

" Where can I find Alma?" I asked.

"Why do you need to contact him?" One of the Angels answered. Practically spitting out the 'him'.

"Cool down Angel temper and rage issues, I need his help" I said eying the Angel suspiciously. Wondering where his rage was coming from.

Suddenly the door flew open, revealing a very angry Alma, his eyes rested on me and instantly I felt really small.

"Why did you leave your room?" His voice boomed angrily.

"I was looking for you" I said meekly. Unable to look him in the eye.

"How dare you barge into our quarters?" An Angel asked Alma, his voice low and threatening.

All trace of anger vanished from his body as he bowed.

"I'm really sorry, Dominus, I was too angry to realize my mistake". He said sounding genuinely sorry.

The apology seemed to please the Angel as he smiled satisfactorily.

"Very well, be sure not to repeat this ever again and take your..." At this he eyed me skeptically, as if not sure what to call me.

"I will take her and leave, have a pleasant rest, Dominus". Alma said bowing to them and dragging me out of there with him.

"Slow down Alma, at this rate we would be flying". I said trying to pry my hand out of his.

He didn't reply, or slow down, I scowled at his back as we almost flew.

Just then I realized Alma had no wings, or halo, or a glowing look. He looked... human. This puzzled me to no ends, as even those younger Angels had sprouted their wings, I squinted at his head, no hall.

"What is wrong with you?!" Alma shouted as we got into the room. I winced at how loud he sounded.

"What do you mean, wrong with me?, I'm not a prisoner am I?" I defended myself.

He walked to and fro, while cursing in Latin. St the familiar language I brightened up. I searched my jean pocket for my phone, not finding it, I cursed. Guess I'd learn to live without the internet and my Latin quote app.

"I have many questions for you, but you will have to calm down" I rolled my eyes as I moved to sit on the bed.

"You were not supposed to leave this room, worse is entering that room". He had calmed down a bit.

"How was I supposed to know this? Did anyone tell me,?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

He blushed, I blinked, I guess it is possible to blush in heaven.

"I thought you would still be sulking, long enough for me to come back to you".

I laughed. Then I remembered, I had questions. I turned to him.

"Uhm, I was with someone before I died, Paige. I want to know what happened to her".

He looked torn, like he didn't know if he should tell me. Finally he ended his internal debate.

"No, she is not here, she was at the scene but she is not here, I think... I think she lived".

I felt a lump in my throat, and a sting in my eyes. I didn't want to cry in front of Alma but I also didn't want him to leave me.

"Can I please hold you?" I asked hopefully.

He looked startled.

"Uhm sure"

He gave me his hand awkwardly, but I laughed and hugged him. Letting the flood gates open.

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