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"The first breath is always the hardest." I assured with a sullen grin, reaching to touch the young girl's shoulder. Her body wracked with a broken sob and she replied with a whimper. I recoiled and returned my hand to my lap and sat beside her, my breath rolling into an icy cloud in the air before us. "I promise things will be better here.." I tried to reassure her, glancing around the barren world that is our afterlife, we who have our own opinions, our own differences, and even our own gods. I remember my life.. I remember thinking of going to Heaven and keeping Hell as far away from my soul as possible. I re- "I-Is this H-Heaven?" The young girl practically pleaded with me. I could only shake my head and set my lips into a soft line, "This.. I.." I really didn't know how to explain it without offended her or even making her sob again. I can't stop thinking about how young she is, that soft face, those wide brown eyes.. "No.. We're different." I murmur, smiling softly before reeling her into my embrace and pushing her head to my chest. FIN.

 

((I know there's no direct sensitive material, but there's a moral to the story that may hit people the wrong way.))

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i don't get it. 

 

they in hell? Or are they ghosts?

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i don't get it. 

 

they in hell? Or are they ghosts?

It really depends on your rendition. They're here for a reason.

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